8:09 am: my door cracks open, letting in a line of light directly hitting my face, awakening me from my slumber
8:10 am: my sister coughs and mumbles something along the lines of “It’s Christmas come on.”
8:10 am: I jolt out of bed, wiping the sleep from my eyes, putting on my new bathrobe, pulling her into a Christmas hug as we descend down the stairs to our living room
8:15 am: Hannah Montana plays in the background (A Christmas tradition) as my sister and I peek in our stockings, hers revealing a new beauty blender and some anime figurines, and mine revealing the same beauty blender and some Play-Doh.
8:17 am: As my dog hears us ruffling through our stockings, she senses the possibility of some left over paper she can eat, and tramples down the stairs to see what all the ruckus is about. Despite her being sick she still has some pep in her step and tons of kisses to dish out.
8:30 am: I hear my mom cough and I immediately call up to her seeing if she is awake, to which I receive a heavy groan followed by a hmph
8:47 am: My father returns from Dunkin Donuts carting in a tray full of drinks for the four of us and some donuts for the three of them
9:00 am: My mother mopes downstairs finally after smelling the sweet iced coffee calling her name.
9:05 am: I am situated in front of the tree as everyone takes their seats on our furniture and my dog on my lap, I begin my role as Santa and begin to pass out presents.
9:45 am: Presents are unwrapped, coffee has been drunk, wrapping paper litters the floor, and smiles are all around.
One thought on “Waking up on Christmas”
Such a cute post, I love how you did it precisely by time! I love playing the role of santa, I always do it for my family since I’m the youngest (which is crazy because I’m 27) But for my boyfriend’s family, he has two little nieces so they take on the role as santa lol it’s too cute!
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