It was 5:00am Christmas morning. I was filled with joy as I sprang from my bed to wake my brother. When he got up we both sprinted to my parent’s room to wake them up.
They told us to go back to bed and wait but we couldn’t. We begged and begged until they finally got up. My mom told us to wait so she could get the camera so we did. Eventually she came back out. At that moment I trucked to the living room leaving my brother in the dust.
There laying on the floor were tons of presents. My brother and I each grabbed one. I grabbed the biggest one I tore in to it and at that moment I saw the best present I had ever gotten. It was a gun .
The next day we went to shoot targets. My dad sighted in my gun then I got to shoot it was like nothing I had ever felt. And that’s my favorite Christmas gift ever.