"Yippee! I got a new IPhone 5s! Thanks, Mom! This
is the best present ever!"
On that lovely Christmas morning I received the present I really wanted
to get. But it wasn’t the only joy I received that morning. My house was
full of love that day. Of all the houses on Pine Street that morning, it
was my house that contained the most smiles and laughter. It seemed that
everybody who walked by my house that morning could feel the happiness
oozing out of it because everybody inside was having a fabulous time.
Dogs chasing each other around the house. Small cousins playing with
their shiny toy cars and beautiful big grinning Barbie dolls, while
other family and friends reminisced about Christmas mornings from the
past. No doubt everybody was having a great time.
Everybody except Nyla.
When I found Nyla sitting underneath the Christmas tree that morning,
she was crying. Her wet eyes seemed to be saying, "Nobody loves me!" She
crawled around the floor for a moment, and looked up at me. She was very
surprised and happy.
"Where’s my present?"
Nyla is a small four-year-old girl who is as skinny as a tooth pick. Her
hair is light brown like a potato skin, and it feels like French Fries.
Her eyes are light brown like brown olive oil. She was wearing a vivid
wrinkled lovely dress. Nyla said, "Where is my present?" She was looking
for her present, and everyone else was opening theirs. I could hear Nyla
weep for her present. It was very cold like a blizzard for me. I had a
feeling that Nyla would be sad for Christmas this year. All because she
couldn’t find her present!
I felt very sorry for Nyla since she couldn’t find her present. Everyone
stared to look for it. I suddenly found it behind the tree. Nyla was
scared when she couldn’t find her present but now she was as happy as a
person on their birthday. Nyla was desperate to find her present, so she
was sad. So, my family and friends started to help me search for Nyla’s
Ethan is a six-year-old boy; he’s skinny like his sister Nyla. His hair
is dark brown like mud. His skin is light brown like the color of curly
fries. His eyes are light brown like his sister’s eyes. He was wearing
dark blue thin jeans, and his shirt was sky blue. His eyes seemed to be
saying, "I love Christmas and my presents!" I saw Ethan looking very
happy about the present that I gave him. I heard him scream loudly
because he liked all his presents. I had a feeling that everyone would
have the best Christmas ever and have fun.
Annisa is an eight-year-old girl; she’s tall, and she’s skinny as a thin
paper. Her hair is dark blonde; her skin is like potato skin, like her
two cousins, Nyla and Ethan. Her eyes are light brown, like a brown
anole. She was wearing sky blue jeans and a sparkly pink shirt. Her eyes
seemed to be saying, "Christmas is the best day ever!" At the end we
found Nyla’s present behind the tree, so now everyone was happy about
getting their presents and having fun with our family and friends.
Everyone was so happy about seeing each other. When I found Nyla’s
present behind the tree, Nyla said, "You found my present! Thank you,
Sandi!" Then I said, "You’re welcome." Before that I stopped everybody
to look for Nyla’s present. At last she was amazed that I found her