РефератыИностранный языкItIt Was A Snowy Christmas Eve Essay

It Was A Snowy Christmas Eve Essay

, Research Paper


It was a snowy Christmas Eve and I was a 8 years old


with a temper like a lion with a thorn in its foot. I had written my letter to


Santa and had posted it over two weeks ago. I had asked for the most amazing


brand new bike as my old one had gone rusty from my lack of? care for it. ?David!? ?What


do you want because I?m busy?? I yelled back into the kitchen. ?If


you don?t go to bed soon Sant Claus wont turn up.? ?Its


only half past eight. Maybe if I stay up long enough I might get to see him


leaving my new bike?I had been dreaming about getting a new bike for nearly


three months. I had saw it in the local bike shop. It was silver with blue


stripes along it and had really cool looking brakes and suspension. ?Santa


only comes to children who are good and go to bed early and do as there


mother?s tell them to do.?my mum said with a very sarcastic tone. ?OK,


OK I?m going!? So off I plodded to bed without another word even though I knew


I?d never get to sleep. As I lay in my bed I started thinking about Santa and how


nice a person he is to deliver all the presents that children want to then. I still didn?t seem anymore likely to fall asleep so I


started to read a magazine. Tick Tock, Tick Tock. I just wished time would go


faster. Finally I fell asleep. I started to dream about my new


bike and how all my friend would be so jealous of me. I was riding down


the street and as I went past everybody they lay down on the ground and started


worshipping my bike and screa

ming ?we?re not worthy, we?re not worthy.? I woke up and was out of my bed like a flash. I bolted


down the stairs like a cheetah. I ran into the living room expecting to see a


room full of presents and my new bike: instead I was greeted by the faces of my


mum and dad and there was no presents. ?Where?s


my bike! WHERE?S…. MY…. BIKE!? ?Calm


down son. You?ve only been asleep for an hour. Santa hasn?t come yet.? my dad


said with a cheesy grin on his face. ?Go you on back to bed and I?m sure he?ll


be here soon. So off I went back to bed. I was started to go crazy.


All of the running about had really taken it out of me so I was sleeping like a


baby in no time. I opened my eyelids, which felt like lead weights were


weighing them down, and looked at the clock expecting it to be only about 11


o?clock at night and when I realised it was seven thirty in the morning I was


out of my bed and down the hall and stairs in record time. I burst into the


room and scanned it looking for my new bike but couldn?t find it. I started to


feel tears running down my face and felt like I had just been hit by a bus. I ran up to my parents room and started screaming. I


couldn?t believe that Santa hadn?t brought me my bike. I was going to be the


laugh of my school because I had told everybody about my new bike. I would


never trust Santa again. ?I hate him. I hate him.? ?????? I


just ran off to my room and sulked. It wasn?t until this day that I realised


that it wasn?t Santa who let me down. It was my mum and dad.???

Сохранить в соц. сетях:
Обсуждение:
comments powered by Disqus

Название реферата: It Was A Snowy Christmas Eve Essay

Слов:659
Символов:3560
Размер:6.95 Кб.