Sensory Images

I could smell the Christmas tree. It smelled like cinnamon and fresh pine. I put down my cup. I could taste that last drop of delicious creamy eggnog. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it. I could even hear it. It was Christmas Eve. I ran to the window and looked out into the dark sky. I saw shining stars. They were small but bright. I heard everyone (including myself) talking about how excited they were. I looked over to the brick fireplace and saw the red stockings all hanging up in a row. I went to look under the Christmas tree. “I wonder how many presents I got,” I thought as I felt the presents and hoped they were good. I always got excellent presents. I went into the kitchen and got out a big plate for Santa. I put on some crunchy carrots for the reindeer. My kind sisters made sugar cookies topped off with white icing and green sprinkles. The smell of the sweet cookies made my mouth water. We ate colored candy canes as we listened to the beautiful Christmas music. We did a fun play of the nativity. I touched the baby doll that was Jesus. When the nativity was finished I opened the one present that would have my Christmas Jammies. It was tradition. Mine were plaid written all over them. They felt wooly. When my mom told me to go to bed I happily went because I was so excited. I love Christmas Eve.