The memory that I would bottle up would be Christmas. I would open it every once and a while. It was Christmas Day, 1:00 a.m., I woke up my sisters so they could see Santa. He started ringing his bell and and saying HO HO HO! He looked back at us and we ran to our rooms. I climbed up into my loft and hid under the covers and closed my eyes. I thought he was already gone or eating the cookies and drinking the milk, nope! He was standing there, in my room! He did the I'm watching you sign and left my room. I was frozen, my heart was pounding out of my chest. I was in shock or something, I just remember feeling like I couldn't move. When he left, I peeked in the living room to see how many presents he had left us girls, there were so many! I couldn't count them all from my angle, but I knew there were a lot. I ran back to my room to see what time it was, I figured I needed to try to go to sleep because it was so early. I tried to close my eyes, I tried to get comfy, but I just couldn't. I sat in bed for about an hour and finally fell asleep. When I woke up around six, I ran to my sisters and told them to wake up. We got our parents and opened our presents. When I peeled off the colored wrapping paper..... it was an iPod 4G! I was so happy that I started to get teary eyed. That was the best Christmas ever!
