One night Whitney, an eight year old, brown haired, green-eyed girl was screaming for help ìAhhhhh!î Her mom came running into her room. She asked her ìWhatís the matter?î she said. ìI had a terrible nightmare!î My mom said, ìCome downstairs and we shall sit by the
and drink hot cocoa.î And so we did. My mom said, ìGo back to bed. Christmas is only 3 hours awayî. I said, ìOkî.
I woke up at five oíclock the next morning and opened my stocking. My brother Colby and my sister Haley came down at 5:l0 a.m. When are my parents coming downstairs? We opened presents on the floor and the
. The rest of the day we played and read. At
we
turkey and other good things.