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Christmas Story

It started out just like every other holiday season. We set up the decorations, put up the lights and the tree, made the food, the works. Everything was going fine. Up until actual Christmas day at least. Then things started to get a bit out of hand. I went to bed on the 24th with a smile on my face, eager to open present and enjoy all the usual festivities. I was sound asleep by 11:00. Three hours after my bed time at the time. Three hours of not being able to sleep. Three hours of waiting for Santa to come. I slept all the way through the night, but only until 5 o’clock. I sprung out of bed and went around the house waking my sister and parents up. We rushed down the stairs and into the living room. We flicked the light switch so we could see the tree lit up and ready for us to sit by. Nothing happened. We flicked it again. Still nothing. Christmas was already off to a lazy start. My dad told us everything would be alright and he would just go turn on the generator so we could see. He went down into the basement and within five minutes shouted up to us. “Okay, the lights should turn on in 3... 2... 1...” and as soon as he flipped that switch, we knew something was wrong. A high pitched squeal filled the room, and in a second, light bulbs broke and the tree burst into flames. “Quick, run!” my dad told us, and as we were starting to head for the door, he grabbed the fire extinguisher and started spraying the fire. Luckily, he was able to put the fire out before it caught anything else on fire, but it was still a scary moment. After everything was put back in place and the ashes were cleaned up, we went back to what we were doing. I rushed over to the tree and picked up the first box I could lay my hands on. I set it down on the ground and sat right down next to it. The tag read “To: Austin and Chelsea, From: Santa”. My sister, Chelsea came over and sat down right next to me. I was so excited to open the present that I was just waving my arms in circles, barely grabbing at the paper. My elbows were flying through the air, and I had no concern for exactly where. All of a sudden I heard a crack and felt my elbow hit something hard. Next thing I knew, my sister was crying with blood streaming out of her nose. We had to go to the hospital because her nose had been broken and we stayed there for no less than 3 hours waiting. It wasn’t fun at all, especially because there were presents waiting at home. The day was over half done by the time we got back. Luckily, we managed to finish opening the presents and make it through the rest of the afternoon without any other accidents happening. We sat around the table that evening enjoying our traditional Christmas feast and talking about the eventful day; all of us with smiles on our faces and laughing, with Chelsea’s laughter being muffled by the cast around her nose. The rest of the night was peaceful and quiet and we finally headed to bed. I changed into my pajamas, jumped into my bed, and rested my head. It wasn’t 2 minutes before the legs holding my bed broke and the bed frame crashed to the floor.