A Breeze Of Christmas

As , I opened the door of celebration of giving , I see the crispy flames of fire. Outside the frosted window; a drift of snowflakes shivered down a piece of snow leaped into my mouth. I walked in and, I caught a red strange Christmas tree , I was nervous as a stressed head if I would be getting what I would want.

The warmth of hot tomato soup digested through my stomach . "Oh my gosh!" later in the night I snuggled into the blanket. Who knows what's going to happen? You never know who could be coming in the night !