by Jennifer Vensel

Created on: December 20, 2011

They opened one present every year for Christmas Eve and then the rest on Christmas morning. She wondered whether she was going to get the one thing she asked for. She had put a bunch of other things on the list because her parents told her to give Santa a choice. She wrote down a scoop neck shirt and a gift card from the craft store. She also wanted a few books for her e-reader, but nothing compared to the last things on her list and she wondered if Santa was able to find it.

     Christmas Eve dragged on a little, but it got good when they started drinking the Egg Nog with a little brandy in it. The uncles, aunts, and grandparents were there. It was easy to go from room to room without being noticed because everyone was so into themselves. She loved it she could do her own things and no one bothered her. She didn’t really like what other people liked. God had made her different. She accepted that along time ago.

     Everyone went home and it was just her and her family. It was her turn to open a present. Her dad handed her a small box that was white and oh so soft. It had the brightest sparkliest bow tied around it. The box almost looked like it was liquid. She smile and said thank you. This had to be from one of her parents. Santa hadn’t come yet. She undid the bow which slipped off with one tug by her fingers. She lifted the lid and there it was. Her eyes sparkled, and a small tear dropped into the box. There it was just what she asked for world peace.  

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