christmas eve Dec 24
It’s Christmas Eve morning.
Fat flakes of snow are falling. The tree is glowing with lights, glistening with beautiful ornaments, and overflowing with presents.
The stairs are creaking; I’m no longer the only one awake.
One more day.
Yup, my name is Danica. Like the race car driver, whose name I know, but whose career I know nothing about. A Nascar fan I am not. Things like reading, playing piano, gardening, cooking, sewing, writing, and keeping my bathroom bleached are more up my alley. 








Merry Christmas D. I hope your having a wonderful time with the family.
Love you,
Chelle
December 25th, 2007 at 5:42 pm