An Unfair Holiday

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An Unfair Holiday I awake on crisp, white Christmas morning, excited, ready to wake everyone in the house. I throw the big, warm blankets off of me and sprint to my bedroom door, forgetting the fact that it’s 7AM in the morning. I hurry down the picture-filled hall, trying to be as quiet as possible. Taking a moment to myself, I decide silently not to wake anyone yet. I want to savor this Christmas morning in peace before Dad gets the video camera out, Mom starts our traditional Christmas breakfast, my brother rampages through the presents and separates them into who’s-is-who’s piles, and before my grandparents come to watch the destruction of all the carefully wrapped presents. Before I reach the overly decorated, but jolly, living room, I cover my eyes. I speed-walk past the entrance until I’m sure I won’t spoil the surprise. Then I turn to see how stuffed all the colorful stockings are that are hung evenly on the mantel. As I see the overloaded stockings, butterflies gather in my stomach. I try to imagine what could possibly be in those tiny, neatly wrapped presents. I can only think of a few. I will have to wait in anticipation. Now it is time for the main event. The one thing I have been waiting for: the big presents. I slowly put one barefoot in front of the other, taking my time. I reach the entrance to the living room, where the early morning sunlight is shining through the window onto the different colored bulbs. I look around, taking in everything: the colorfully decorated tree with store bought bulbs and hand-made creations, the enormous and tiny bows on all of the different sized presents, the way the presents were uniquely divided into slightly different piles for my brother and me, the one present that stood out that could be the one I’ve been hoping for. Then I notice something that stands out against everything else, that doesn’t seem to fit
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