It was Christmas eve, and just like every kid it’s hard just trying to go to sleep.Just thinking about what I’m going to get when I wake up.I think I
stayed up to three in the morning.After those long endless hours I went to sleep.Then I woke up,tired but was ready to see everybody and see there faces when they open their presents.When I saw my mom and my dad and they said to not even think about looking under that tree until we had everybody in the kitchen, and we are done eating breakfast.Finally after eating breakfast,we could go open presents.this year all I wanted was a new pellet gun and maybe a gillie suit ,So I walked  in and see all my presents in a pile.I opened  them all, and saw no pellet  gun.My parents asked if I got every thing and of course I thought they just had to ask that question.I got confused and said no. So my dad was trying to get one of my sisters presents open and he told me to go get my pocket knife.I saw a present on my bed and it was long and skinny. I picked it up and it felt like a rifle.I took in the living room and sat down by the tree and opened it. It was it, the pellet gun that I was asking for since January.My eyes got as huge as soft balls.I had new that this was the Christmas that I would never forget.