The past few years we’ve been going to our ranch for New Years. Every year we eat s’mores and launch fireworks into the dark night sky. The exploding colors spreading in the sky like a thousand paint balls in every direction. I listen to my parents, grandparents, uncles, and aunts, all clap and yell “ooh” and “ahh” in amazement. While off to the side my and my cousin start a small fire. We usually just buy the small fireworks the just blow up and make a mess for us to pick up later. This night is one of two nights in the year in which I get to stay up as late as I want. The only other one is the last day of school night.

I woke up on a cold December morning. I quickly woke my sisters and parents. As I walked down the stairs I grew anxious. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I mad a run for it. The lights on the tree sparkled and shimmered, I stared in awe as I looked at the mounds of presents. One by one I watched my family members open their presents. Once we were all finished I was happy but sad, because the only thing I really wanted, had not come. Once my mom said ” I guess thats everything” in a cold shaky sarcastic voice. My dad answered back ” not everything” once again in a sarcastic voice. He whistled and a puppy came running toward me.