Scine I am working on Secret Santa, I didn’t procrastinate.
Countdown Until Christmas
I began wrapping my presents. There are 25 more days until Christmas, what’s the rush? I thought, even though I knew that I should be packing now, not hoping for myself to stop doing what I really wanted to start.
I was eating breakfast with my family, munching on the Cinnabons from The Pastry Place. Mmm.
“Lisa! Wake UP!” yelled a voice.
“She is dead, RIP.” snarled the nurse in my dreams.
“NO I AM NOT!” I holler.
“Lisa! Quit screaming in your sleep!” Yelled the same voice.
I jerked awake. No hospital, just Mom hovering over my bed.
My face went red.
Go to the breakfast table, I thought. Avoid any further nonsense.
I stood up and walked down the stairs.
“Oh my gosh,” said Arthur, my brother.
The windows were shattered. Shards in my wrapped boxes.
My presents are ruined. I fought back my tears.
I stared into space, sun burning my eyes.
My presents are fixed. I am happier now.
I scroll through Instagram regularly, I am living my best life.
The snow is low today, so we are going back to school. Ugh. I got ready to go. Mom was sleeping, so I decided to make some nice pancakes.
I got the batter down. Then I poured some of the mix. They were really thick pancakes! I sat on the couch to absorb the smell while scrolling down Twitter.
Suddenly, I smelt a smell that wasn’t so pretty. The pancake was burning! I ran in, but it was too late. I approached. Then fire exploded in my face. I didn’t get burnt. Instead, my face felt REALLY hot when that happened. I pulled away.
A chunk of my hair was on the ground. I couldn’t help but scream.
That was the worst day in my countdown.
Christmas is coming! I can’t hold my excitement inside. It bubbles up to my friends.
If you didn’t know, thanksgiving went down in flames. Not literally, like my pancakes, just a DISASTER.
The turkey was burnt, the pie was flat, we thought it was undercooked, we put it into the oven, then it burnt.
I looked under the tree, to see much more presents I couldn’t wait to tear the wrapping off of.
Gabby stared into the stars. She saw, not the constellations, but objects, forming in the right shape. She knew, humanity did it for her.
I, in fact, am not Gabby. I see the constellations, not all these wack stuff. Of course, Gabby isn’t real, but she is my secret Imaganary friend.
But there isn’t a way for me to make a present for her.
I am bubbling with excitement again! Christmas is coming and I cannot wait! I scroll around on my phone.
Christmas is tomorrow! I am bubbling over now. I text every single second; hoping for answers. I run into the backyard to put every decoration imaginable.
I took a beeline for the door excitedly. Arthur was in the living room, watching TV.
“ITS CHRISTMAS!” I yell happily. “Where is Mom and Dad?”
“Shhh! They are asleep.” He snaps. “Go to your room, or watch some TV while waiting. You should be asleep.”
I stormed away. Ugh!
I was scrolling through insta when I hear mom. I run out. I looked. Mom was sitting.
“Thank you, Lisa! I love your picture frame,” Mom gushed, admiring the frame.
I grinned. I opened a present. A GoPro from Dad!
“Yes!” I pumped up my fist. “Thank you, Dad!”
I looked under the tree. Dad, dad, mom, Arthur, mom, mom, dad, and 7 more Arthurs, 8 more mom & dads.
One more for me.
I was about to break into tears. No more presents. Not worth my effort!
Worst. Christmas. Ever.
Then I looked in the back. Silly me, I thought. There were presents over here.
Best. Christmas. Ever!