I was about 14, I told my mom I wanted some weights for Christmas because I was tired of being small. My mom got me some weights alright, she got me shake weights. I shook and shook it for days it did nothing! The sad part is every time I would shake it people would laugh at me, even my family! Now I don't even care about my muscles.

Christmas morning, when I woke up, I rushed to the living room. All my brothers were awake and had all seen in their stalkings. Sadly, they all got air-soft pistols and shot at me. As I reached for my stalking, I noticed there was brown goop, or melted chocolate. Soon after that, I was helping mom cook, and a pencil got cought up in the oven. The turkey caught on fire, and so did the oven.

One Christmas Eve I woke up to find a spider against my face, I screamed and mum came running into the room with a broom and hit me in the face instead of the spider. I woke up in a sad mood now. I got dressed and I had breakfast but my little sister and brother scared me and I spilt my breakfast on my CHRISTMAS PARTY CLOTHES. I forgot the presents were there.

As an apology for the morning situation, mum decided to take me to the reptile zoo. Later on mum caught me on camera getting bit by a lizard. I came home changed my clothes to get ready for the christmas party again and I thought nothing could go wrong, but no, I went to the Christmas party, ate at the Christmas party, danced at the Christmas party, and fell into the toilet at the Christmas party. I was so embarrased when I walked out and after someone decided to let me cut the cake. Yeah it might be alright but no they smashed it in my face. Dumbfounded I looked at everyone, cried and walked for 3 hours to get home, then went to bed. 

I was nine years old and had wanted a puppy as long as I could ride my tricycle. Christmas morning, at 5:30 in the morning I race to my living room and there sits an assortment of vibrant colorful gifts just waiting for myself and my brother to tear through. I saw one peculiar box that made me think that Santa indeed had finally granted my wish of a puppy!  

I went back to my bedroom and was playing on my Gameboy until 8:00 because my parents would not get up earlier than that.  When the time came, my parents came and got myself and my brother out of bed and we proceeded to the living room. I was forced to open all the clothes and PS2 presents first. Then finally, my father slid the box over to me, I opened it and there is a little gold retriever puppy asleep! I was estatic! Jumping around going crazy and finally, when I got to hold this little precious gift, I got the hives and refusivingly sneezed.  It was then that I learnt that I was allergic to dogs and the puppy had to go back to the breeder the next day.