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My Christmas Memory
One of my best memories of Christmas I have was when I was ten years old. It was dark
when I woke up that cold morning. Though everyone else in my house was sound asleep, I was
wide awake, giddy with excitement. I slid out of my bed, and walked over to the door, my feet
making barely a sound on the flattened carpet. I opened my door, making sure it didn’t squeak as
I snuck out to the living room. The cool lament in our kitchen made me shiver, and I tried not to
make a sound. The time, I remember, was 4:42AM. I crept into the dining room, and noticed the
half drank cup of milk and the bites missing from the cookies on our special Santa plate. I
grinned, knowing Santa had come, and walked into my parent’s room.
I woke my parents by climbing on their bed, excited as it was one of the best days of the
year. I snuggled next to my mom, and began to bother her until she woke up. My dad was not as
pleased as I was, because he likes his sleep. He told me to go back to sleep, to which I refused.
My parents, finally giving into my annoying tendencies, got out of bed and told me to stay in the
room as they set up the video camera and brought my sister to the room. My cat, who was alive
at the time, had wandered into the bedroom and began butting her head against my leg. I picked
the gray tabby up, and began stroking her back while waiting. The door opened and my little
her nightgown matching mine and carrying her pink blanket, was annoyed to be woken up. With
the anticipation, it felt like hours until we got called out. I remember seeing my mom sitting in
the grayish-blue couch made from a rather ugly fabric, and my dad sitting in the matching chair.
The lights were on, a rather big change from the darkness of the room I was sitting in a few
minutes before. I set the cat down, and looked wide-eyed at the tree. It was twinkling, the
multi-colored lights reflecting off the silver tinsel, our ornaments we got every year since my
My sister and I rushed over to the piles of presents wrapped under the tree. Atop the stack
was a huge plush of Minnie Mouse, almost as big as I was. I grabbed it by the hand, and hugged
it, my head on top of the fuzzy mouse's head. I, after my mom gave us the prompt to open our
stockings, grabbed the red velvet stocking with an embroidered silver ‘K’ on it. I put my hand
into it, and pulled out a toothbrush, I believe. There was candy and a bunch of little fun things in
My sister and I began opening the actual gifts. The first I remember opening was a shirt
box containing a black shirt with Minnie Mouse on it. The trend would continue, with me and
my sister getting many Disney-themed things. One of our biggest gifts we got that year was new
heavy-duty suitcases. Mine was a plain purple, and my sister’s was zebra-patterned.
After we were finished opening our gifts, the bomb was dropped. We were going to
Disney. My sister and I panicked after hearing that, for we were not packed or ready to leave. My
parents found this funny, because everything we got that year was for this trip. That year was one
of my best childhood memories, and it was incredible to know, years later, that everything I ever