Sugar plums can dance in your head
When it comes to the most popular holiday of the year, Christmas, I get really excited. Even writing this essay is making me excited about Christmas. My family says I get overly excited, as you will see, and I am not arguing. You get a chance to read my greatest and most comical Christmas memory.
It all started when I was about six years old. My brother and I were almost bursting with excitement. It was Christmas Eve and we just came from the party that our family goes to every year on the night before Christmas. When our parents finally got us in bed, I couldn’t fall asleep. I was so wired about Christmas.
Whoever says visions of sugar plums don’t really dance in your head is as wrong as the devil. Not only sugar plums were dancing in my head, but big square Christmas presents were too, and I wasn’t even sleeping yet. Surprisingly enough, I fell to sleep. When I awoke, I remembered it was Christmas. I didn’t check the clock or the window when I got up, I was dancing and jumping up and down.
When I got in the living room, my parents were still up sitting by the fire and watching TV. They looked at me strangely and asked me, “What are you doing?” Then, it hit me. It wasn’t morning. “Idiot,” I said to myself.
I was so ashamed of my stupidity that I blushed and walked back to my room sheepishly. Surprisingly, I heard my mom’s voice say, “You can stay out here if you want, Harrison.” Still ashamed, I walked back in. My mom told me to sit on her lap and watch TV. I remember sitting with both my parents while watching TV. I fell asleep very calmly and my parents gently slipped me into my bed.