Christmas Time

Christmas Time Every peerless knows that theres no better intuitive odoring than the night before Christmas, as you gather around at grannies ingleside and exchange gifts with the family. The warm smell of a impertinently baked batch of sugar cookies flowing through your nose, and the rapture inner as you stare at your gift trying to guess whats inside. I stern figure the sharp ripping of wrapping authorship as all the children around me rush through the paper to stupefy what they have received and the laughter of the adults around as the child forms a giant grin of their face after go outing what theyve gotten.I can feel the heat coming from the fire place as the fire crackles and sparks. later everyone finishes opening their gifts and visiting with family, we all go our separate ways on our way home to get to bed. I can feel the excitement rushing through me as I hug everyone goodbye and hear the words Merry Christmas in my ear. On the drive home I observe the bright col orful Christmas lights draped over every house we pass, and the creative snowmen and snow angels made by small children. The sound of lighthearted Christmas songs playing on the radio while we all sing along travels through my ears.When I get home I hurry up and put my pajamas on so I can help my mammary gland frost and decorate the cookies before heading to bed. The taste of the leftover chicken feed melts on my tongue when I lick it off of my fingers. I can hear the sprinkle of the various colors of sprinkles hit the parry as I sprinkle them on the cookie. When finishing the cookies, the warm purport inside grows rapidly and I crawfish out the next step towards Christmas morning, burbly the glass of milk and leaving a few cookies out on the counter on a plate for Santa.I take a bounce into my bed and pull the covers up to my neck as the excitement is troublesome to bare. The next morning I wake up bright and archeozoic and jump out of bed running to every room argus-eyed up the family to open the gifts. I quickly run into the living room, and take a glance at the tree to see a mountainous amount of presents of all different sizes under it. My parents drag themselves out of bed, take in the video camera and take a seat on the couch. My child and I rush through the presents, screaming and laughing at what we ferret out inside.As you sit next to the tree and take a better present at everything youve opened, you catch a quick whiff of the pine. You look up and stare at the tree, its lights, and the many ornaments of all shapes and sizes. I give hugs and kisses to my parents and convey them for everything theyve bought me this Christmas. I take a look out the window and see the big white fluffy snowflakes falling and I get one last spark of excitement as I think close how Christmas really is the happiest time of the year.