In December, I gaze at all the decorations I will soon hang on the tree. The stockings are waiting to be hung on the door.
In December, I inhale the scent of the chocolate chip cookies waiting for Santa to eat as he visits my house.
In December, my stomach growls as I smell the delicious ham cooking in the oven. I canít wait to eat the creamy macaroni and cheese.
In December, I felt the smooth wrapping paper covering the presents as I opened it up so I can see what is inside. When I ran my hand along the box, I could tell it was just what I asked Santa for.
In December, I listened closely to Santaís ho ho ho ho while coming into the house to drop off some presents.
I couldnít help but notice the twinkling stars in the sky.
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Created by Terry Hongell, Pocantico Hills School, December, 2010