bbsteve
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| 24 Dec 2013 03:15 PM |
Ah, Christmas: the time of the year when a fat guy breaks into your house and leaves presents behind... And your parents become concerned of getting a security system.
While some see the holiday as one of those "economic scams", or (as we all know) a way to give thanks to someone in a special way, some see it like it's the Tooth Fairy: It's the real deal. I used to be just like one of those kids, ...till when the trampoline arrived.
On Christmas Eve 2007 (age 10 at the time), like most young kids, I was excited to have the jolly man drop presents by my house. The thing I wanted most at the time? One of those trampolines used in gymnastics. What I want most this Christmas? Nothing you should be concerned of.
Anyway, right before bed, I left cookies and milk out by the fireplace (with a note added to the mix) and prepared myself for tomorrow morning. Once I rested in bed, everything seemed to go fine, till...
*clang cling clong!*
I was woken up by that sound. At first I thought it was my neighbor's dogs messing with the pipes (they were in the middle of building a swing set for their kids at the time), but then I noticed the noise was coming from my backyard. So I quietly got out of my bed and tip-toed down the dark hallway, trying not to wake my parents up or catching Santa's attention. After I made it through, I walked through the living room and into the playroom. And that was where I saw my big sister, looking out the window.
"Whatcha doing, sis?" I blurted out loudly. She quickly turned and shushed me. I asked her why, and she pointed her finger out the window. I stood beside her and took a look at it myself. And what did I see outside? Take a guess.
Give up? My parents and my uncle, setting up the trampoline in our backyard. My holiday spirit turned from happy as a clown, to down with a frown. As they were almost done with the construction, my sister grabbed my hand and dragged me to my room, and gave me a short but serious talk on how to act in the morning. I agreed, and so we scurried back to our beds and like most kids, we did the "jump on your parent's bed yelling 'IT'S CHRISTMAS MORNING!'" routine and gathered in the living room. And to this day, we never said a word about it, even though our parents knew that we would know "the process" as we grow up.
The End.
(If you don't like this story, say it to your stocking full of coal, because I don't really care. It is a time of being with your family, not a time to get on your PC and negatively criticize other's ROBLOX forums.)
Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or whatever you celebrate, and a happy new year to you all!
-bbsteve |
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dralion
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| Joined: 12 Apr 2008 |
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| 24 Dec 2013 03:27 PM |
"(If you don't like this story, say it to your stocking full of coal, because I don't really care. It is a time of being with your family, not a time to get on your PC and negatively criticize other's ROBLOX forums.)"
so we're not allowed to have opinions on Christmas
btw, it's a thread |
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