Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve
Jenny Leigh Parker
12/16/98

It was Four o Clock P.M. on December the twenty fourth. The grandfather clock

ticked away the hours. It seemed like three hours had gone by. Then, the clock said that it

had only been fifteen minutes. I had to do something to help the time pass.

I thought that a nice long nap would make the day go faster. My sister wanted to

join me. I laid there listening to my sister snore , which made me so upset. How could she

possibly fall asleep so fast, plus her obnoxious snoring kept me awake. Finally, I fell

asleep, but only for about ten minutes. I woke up to the aroma of my moms famous

banana cream pie.

I heard the garage door open, and my dads rip roaring Bonneville pulled into the

garage. I was so afraid. My dad has this phobia of having a cold house. (In his early years,

the house he grew up in, only had one fireplace, and he slept on the other side of the

house. He would wake up with icicle toes and be numb all over his body. He could see

the air condensation appearing in front of him). After that, he has always had our house

scorching hot. He usually has our house's thermostats to about ninety nine degrees. I'll

bet I could roast an egg on top of my head. I had also just gotten it to the perfect

temperature for the rest of the family. As I expected, the first thing he did when he walked

in the door was head straight for the thermostats, and to turn those suckers up until they

were rea...

Christmas Eve

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