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A Peanut Christmas
Genre: General
By teacher
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"Merry Christmas Karen!" my mom yelled. The sun shined into my eyes as the shades creaked open. I lay covered up in bed. ďItís cold in the house,Ē I complained. Rubbing my eyes, I asked, "What day is it?" "Itís Christmas Day!" my mom exclaimed. "It's finally here!" I yelled as I leaped out of bed. "Hurry up, go look under the Christmas tree," mom said pointing toward the door of my room.

We hurried down the hall and into the family room where the tree stood all decorated up. There were presents stacked all around the tree. "Open that one first," mom said pointing to a box off to the side of the tree. The brown cardboard box was unwrapped; the tape on the top was torn open. One corner of the box was torn half way down the side. I knelt down beside the now vibrating box. I carefully pulling the top open, a small head popped out. "A puppy!" I screamed. I lifted the small puppy out of the box. It had brown fur on it head and legs, the back was a grayish black. "It's so cute!" I yelled. "It's a Yorkshire Terrier," mom said grinning from ear to ear. She knelt down beside me in order to pet puppy dog. "Where did you get it?" I asked rubbing the soft fur on my cheek. "Sorry, I can't say," she said with a sly smile.

"What are you going to name it?" I heard a voice say behind me. I turned around. "Dad!" I screamed. It was my father, who had been out of town on a business trip. We were not expecting him home for another week. "Merry Christmas Karen!" he said as he gave me a big hug. "Hi honey," mom said coming up to him also. "Well, you never answered my question, what are you going to name puppy?" he asked. "Well," I thought for a long time and then said, "Iíll call her Peanut. Because she's so small and I always get a package of peanuts in my Christmas stocking.Ē "Good name," mom said. "Speaking of food, I'm starved," dad said patting his stomach. "So am I," I replied. "Well, why don't we have breakfast and then open the rest of our presents later?" asked mom. "Iíll go for that," dad said heading towards the kitchen. Mom followed him. I sat Peanut down and looked up at the Christmas tree. I knew this was the best Christmas ever.
 

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Published: 2006-11-13 15:46:35

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