Christmas Disaster

By: Jacqueline Boizan

Christmas, a day of laughter and joy. Wake up early in the morning and run as fast as your little feet can take you. Desperately, unwrapping your gift very fast and furious. Throw the wrapper of  your gift, on the floor, with no care. What did you get? Did you like it? No way! Your mom messed up. She dint buy the Ipod 5, instead she got the Ipod 4! Oh no, what a disaster! Christmas is ruined.

Stomp, stomp, stomp.The only thing your mother hears while watching you, angrily, go away. Racing one eyebrow and one not, head up high, but a little confused. Hands sweating and heart racing. What just happened here, she asks  herself. You are already locked up in your room. Laying down in the dirty, pink girly sheets. Wondering, how could she do this to me?

Your mother walks up, calmly, to your room. A soft knock you hear in your door. Who is it? You scream in a low voice, angrily. Its me honey, open up. You tell your mother, my Christmas is a disaster.

Category: Creative Writing, Short Story