I opened my eyes slowly to a snowy morning. Everything was white. I looked at my calendar and checked the date. Today was Christmas Eve! I was so happy that I ran back to my room. I quickly changed out of my pajamas and put on nice clothes. My parents were already at work, so it was just my brother and me at home.
I wanted this Christmas to be the best one ever, so I worked hard to make everything perfect. I was so tired that I decided to rest. I lay on my bed and fell asleep. After a few hours, I woke up and realized we were about to enter the new year. I quickly got out of bed and went downstairs. My parents still weren’t home, and I couldn’t find my brother either.
I shouted his name around the house, but he wasn’t there. I started panicking. Grabbing my jacket, I went outside. It was still snowing. What I saw when I looked up at the sky nearly gave me a heart attack. It was Santa with his reindeer—and my brother! I was shocked. My brother shouted for me to join them. They got closer, and soon, we were flying together.
This was unbelievable! We were soaring near the clouds. If I were a cloud, I would make sure I remembered that this was the best day of my life. And yes, this was the best Christmas ever, just as I had wished.