Author's Note: This is a piece about the point of view of a present before Christmas.
Finally, the time is here Christmas Eve. I’ve been waiting in that kid’s closet forever, but now they finally took me out and wrapped me. The anticipation is killing me; I want to get played with so badly. For the last few hours (which felt like days) the kid kept looking right at me, shaking me and trying to figure out if I was socks or the awesome race car he always wanted.
On Christmas day the kid comes down with his parents and rips me open. The kid looked like he was going to explode he was so thrilled, he didn’t even look at the other presents. I was the race car of his dreams. He got a race track and me and the neighbor car raced. I met so many other toy friends and we always played together, it was so fun. I can’t wait for next Christmas so I can see all the new toys.
Finally, the time is here Christmas Eve. I’ve been waiting in that kid’s closet forever, but now they finally took me out and wrapped me. The anticipation is killing me; I want to get played with so badly. For the last few hours (which felt like days) the kid kept looking right at me, shaking me and trying to figure out if I was socks or the awesome race car he always wanted.
On Christmas day the kid comes down with his parents and rips me open. The kid looked like he was going to explode he was so thrilled, he didn’t even look at the other presents. I was the race car of his dreams. He got a race track and me and the neighbor car raced. I met so many other toy friends and we always played together, it was so fun. I can’t wait for next Christmas so I can see all the new toys.
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