Christmas at My Place
By: TM D.
Nebraska, Age 14
I'm going to tell you about a Christmas at my place!
I was woke up abruptly by my brother. He barges in my room and ponces on me and starts to yell, ''It's Christmas!'' ''It's Christmas!'' Again and again until I wake up and say ''OK!''
We go up stairs and the tree is under presants. The couch and chair are under piles of presants five feet tall. Around the T.V. and the fire place and windows.
I ask my brother he leave him. ''Oh!'' He said, ''I left him cheese and milk!''