lost in paradise

Using Senses

As soon as I woke up, I hurried downstairs. I knew Santa had come from the laughter ascending the stairs. I reached the bottom of the stairs. The room was filled as if Santa had emptied his entire sack into our living room. There was presents upon presents, stacked to the ceiling; reds, greens, boxes, bags. My parents hand me my first present. I take it happily and feel the smooth paper covering the box. I shake it to hear a faint thump as the object comes in contact with the box. I rip open the box, allowing the paper to scream with pleasure. At last I had this new object in my hand. It was the superman action figure I’ve wanted for months. I hugged my parents tightly and thanked them. My mother smelled like cookies so I prompted for them. She came from the kitchen with a plate of cookies and tray of hot chocolate. Immediately, the smell filled the air with a warm aura. We ate and continued to work on opening the pile of presents that were still left.