the Christmas I was Bad

One Christmas I guess I was bad as I had no presents under the tree. My mother told me I had to do something and I was bad and yelled at her...well Santa had to hear because the tree was there but not one present was mine. After a few minutes of being unhappy and truly believing it was because I did something I should not had done, I went in the spare room and there was my new bike and also a doll and baby buggy. My Christmas was complete after all.

I don't think I ever yelled at mom again as I sure was scared that it really could happen. ha

Susan Leech