Christmas 3312There were dozens of mistletoes oriented on the cake.
Scientists and food researchers have only just recently found an edible evolution of mistletoes. Mistletoes nowadays have a strong and tender smell, as well as the suave, delicate flavor to it.
It was nearly Christmas, or rather, today is the day before Christ's birth.
I glanced at the electronic chimney, perfectly designed for the chubby, old fellow to visit at the midst of night. The fire below danced in a lurid, spectacle scene as I felt myself stretch out on the carpet, lazily and sleepily. The cookie&milk-maker 2010X rested on the counter for our old friend to customize and eat up. Stockings of each shape and size hang alongside the chimney as glitter float around the edge of each stocking.
Finally, I held out my hand and reached out for the fine fir tree. Mom said that trees, until only a few hundreds years ago, were still green. What did it look like? I wonder. To what I've known, I've existed on this planet for fiftee
Envious ThanksI hung up.
Wait, no. Let's make this more brief.
I hung up on Mom.
Um, almost there, wait --
When Mom told me that Emily was going to get a new laptop, I hung up the phone without letting her finish.
Okay, that seems more right. Just need a few more corrections to it.
Yesterday during the midst of the scorching-hot afternoon, Mom was on her way to my grandma's house. Some time later, she called back home to tell of her peaceful arrival. That was close to when I hung up on her.
Wait, not yet. It happened a few hours later, when my younger sister, Emily, called Mom. I heard my annoying sister's exciting giggle and it made me curious. When I asked her why she was so happy, she looked at the ground, avoiding my glance, and told me to ask Mom myself. And so, she handed me the phone, and I asked, emotionless.
"Emily said her grades improved, so I talked to your uncle and he coincidentally had a new laptop in hand and he was willing to give it to Emily as a gift, so --"
I hung up.