A stream of light glares in my room, through the slight parting of the curtain. I roll on to my stomach and cover my head with my massive totoro pillow. It's no use, by this time I'm already awake, and can't get back to sleep, not with the excitment rushing through my veins.
I shove my pillow to the side, and sluggishly roll on to my back, I shuffle down the bed to get out of the direct line of light, blinding my vision. I just stare at the roof, thinking, wounder, questioning,not thinking about too much in particular, but thoughts rush through my mind. I wounder what presents "santa" has left me, and if my parents will like their gift. After a deep thought on how fruit grows on trees, my younger sister, Jody, runs in screaming, "ITS CHRISTMAS, WAKE UP, WAKE UP." It pulls me out of my thoughts, and I sit up. Jody stand by my bed, buzzing with energy. I tell her to go ahead and wake mum and dad up, so she runs out my room, and into the next. I stretch and yawn, as I hop out of bed. I like to stay in my pjs, on the morning of Christmas, it makes things alot more Cosy, and comfortable.
I open the curtains to a white wonderland, and younger kids walking round like giant marshmellows, I laugh, and fog up my window, I write merry christmas backwards, so people can read it from the out side, and turn to head down stairs.
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RandomI just wrote alittle story on the topic I am given, by you, or friends, and they're not gonna be great, but that can be worked on.
