My Christmas as a Childby Jessica Suter
I would go to Midnight Mass at our local Roman Catholic church (The only time of the year I could stay up late). My mother would get a tatty old pillowcase for both my brother and I and we would have it draped over the ends of our bed, and fidget with excitement, hoping that THIS YEAR we would be able to catch a glimpse of Santa Claus. We would run down the stairs early in the morning and gasp as we see the mince pie and carrot had been nibbled by the fireplace and of course the glass of milk and glass of Sherry had been drunk. We would then bolt up the stairs and jump on our parents that were still sleeping telling them that Santa had been and so had Rudolf. We would then bounce up and down on the bed and make so much noise until they decided to wake up and come downstairs so we could open our presents. One year my mother was so tired she went to bend over to get a present she fell into the tree, we still laugh at this every year calling her the falling angel from the Christmas tree. My brother and I would rip the paper off our presents and jump about in excitement at our latest toys and clothes, but most of all we would rip open our yearly selection boxes and get told off for eating too much before our traditional Christmas dinner. By 4pm we would all be sitting around after eating, cleaning and exhausting ourselves with Christmas excitement and we would all watch an old Christmas movie. |
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