Ashley_Presents+and+Old+St.+Nick

With parents rushing you to bed, You hang your stocking and go to sleep, You twist and turn in your bed, Trying to fall asleep, Knowing that you will wake up to A house with tons of new toys. Morning has come, and you bolt out of bed, Looking through your stocking secretly with your brother, Knowing that your parents are still asleep. Then slowly you both creep down stairs, One goes to each side of the bed, And you shake your parents and yell, MERRY CHRISTMAS! They slowly get out of bed. Making their coffee and trying to wake up, Every five seconds you ask them the same question; “Is it time yet?” The repediatly say “Not Yet” You slowly become aggervated that there are presents sitting in the living room With no one to open them. Finally, The words come out of their mouths, “Ok, you can open them” You go tearing through the presents And then it was over, All of that fun was over, We now get to enjoy the presents. ||
 * Presents and Old St. Nick || [[image:ca-rhapsodicwritingsch1:500px-Speaker_Icon_svg.png]] ||
 * It all starts the night before;


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