It was Christmas Eve, the day of my dreams. It was the last day of Advent leading up to Christmas and I was so psyched. I couldn’t wait to wake up the next morning and scruffily rip all of the wrapping paper off my presents. Imagine that feeling where you cannot wait for anything so you have got to look, where you feel chills running down your spine because you are so happy, when you are happy but can’t help being nervous about your presents; that what was happening to me. It was eight o’clock and slowly, the sky got darker. I could not wait!