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Max Al-Ali Mrs. Sebella 11/15/16 Language Arts

How to Ruin Christmas Day

 You wake up, rush down stairs to see the remains of the empty cup of of milk and plate of crumbs of cookies, and most importantly the presents surrounding the ornamented Christmas tree with the angel on top. Finally, you rip open the presents with that infamous crinkling noise, and with all the squeaky styrofoam peanuts in the box. You are so happy with all your new gifts, and then you hear a THUD from your parents bedroom. Then it all goes downhill.

 My sister and I were having a blast, screaming, and playing around with my new dinosaurs and her new Barbies, as soon as we heard the sound of our mom getting out of bed and setting herself on the floor. We both looked around and saw the mess from the living room to the kitchen we have made, and squealed, “Uh-Oh!

 I thought, “Sophia what was that noise?”

 We hear more foot steps coming down stairs.

 Sophia questioned, “I don't know?”

 I exclaimed, “It's Mama! Sophia look all around you. Mom is going to kill us, when she sees the mess.”

 At the moment, all of the presents styrofoam peanuts, tossed around, ripped into little pieces. On top of that there was wrapping on the floor as well. When my Mom finally finds us down stairs, after searching for us up stairs, She sees my the mess all over the living room and the kitchen. She starts yelling at us and scolding us.

 My Mom exclaimed, “How dare you make this mess! Both of you when on earth would you think this ok to make a mess like this!”

 I cried, “ I didn't do it. It is all Sophia's mess.

 Sophia protested, “What! No I di.....”

 My mom scolded, “Stop it both of you. Max this is your mess also because your dinosaur toys are opened. Now both of you better clean this up, right now! Don't make me call your dad.”

Luckily when she gives the punishment to us, we really only got half of it, since my dad was deployed in Iraq at the time. My Dad is more of a clean-freak than my Mom. After she gives my sister and I the spankings and we wailing for the hour. Then she forces us to pick up the mess, which took a few hours because we could not clean efficiently due to our age. I was around six, my sister was about four. What I remember the most about picking up the mess was that I wasn't really helping but making it worse. I was ripping the styrofoam peanuts continuously, and pouting and complaing, since I lost my new toys. What my sister and I were the most sad about was when she temporarily took away my new dinosaurs, and her girly new barbies. My Mom wanted us to feel ashamed and sorry for her, but we still didn't feel any compassion for her. Like any little kid would when their parents take away his or her toys. My sister and I were actually very mad at my Mom. The rest of the day had a quiet atmosphere. It only softened up at the end of the day. When my sister and I finally remembered to apogogize, that my mom had been waiting for all day. The atmosphere changed to a normal Christmas feeling. That day was not a joyful ordinary Christmas morning.

 Most Christmas mornings are explicitly joyful and happy. This Christmas morning was significantly the on the complete opposite end of the stick. My sister and I loved Christmas so much that we ruined Christmas for not only ourselves put our Mom as well. The past Christmas's, before this, had no difficulty or problem. Christmas is my favorite holiday ever still. After this incident my siblings and I have to wait until our mom wakes up to open up the presents. My Mom wakes up at around 10. So my siblings all agree that it is really bad, but my sister and I earned it.