Mr. Rennie's Class

Christmas morning

By, Owen

I remember the sweet

carmilky scent wafting into

my room, throwing my blanket

off me and blasting to my living room.

Seeing are astonishing Christmas tree,

beautiful, bright and vibrant and the piles of presents

bellow. I wonder to myself “What was that amazing aroma”,

so I slowly stealth down the hall and around.

Seeing my mom scurrying around the kitchen making coffee then whippingaround to the oven and slowly opening it, when she looks up again shesees me and gives me a big warm hug saying “Marry Christmas, Owen” “youto mom”. and we sit down to feast on the warm cinnamon buns covered inhot icing.

                                                    By, Owen Boyd