In December, I sniffed at the aroma of the ginger bread cookies cooking in the oven.
I gazed at the Christmas tree which will be filled with gifts by tomorrow.
In December, I enjoy making snowballs and as I am ready to throw them it reminds me that winter is here.
In December, my stomach growled as I noticed the sugar cookies mom left out for Santa.
I listened closely to Santa’s reindeer bells clinging together on the roof.
In December, I ran down stairs, but to my surprise my dad said not yet.
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Created by Terry Hongell, Pocantico Hills School, December, 2010