
When I was six years old I remember my first Christmas. My first Christmas was huge. I remember the big tree and buying all the decorations. It was a cold Christmas morning and I woke up and remembered that it was Christmas and I went straight to the living room. I went to wake up my foster parents and my brothers and sisters. We went to the tree and looked at it amazing. I saw that all the presents were stacked on top of each other all the way to the ceiling. In the back I saw a big present and thought it would have been for my sister, but it was for me. It was a big porcelain doll that was from England. My foster parent had it shipped for me. I was so amazed and was over protective of it. I loved it so much and did not let any one touch it or be near it. It was one of my most precious gifts ever.
That is so sweet. Do you still have the doll? I would like to see it one day.
ReplyDeleteNow this is a beautiful story.
ReplyDeleteDude you said Christmas about twelve times but other than that I liked your story.
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