Exhilarated, I woke from my slumber with a sudden excitement. It was Christmas! I look out side my frosty window, a white sheet of paper covered the minute village below. I rapidly ran down the steep, hard steps like a shooting bullet! The Christmas tree loomed over me with its strangely spiky branches that scraped the mysterious present below. What was it? Was it for me? If not then who is it for? Without thinking I pried open the lovely present that stood before my bulging eyes, it was a pink, fluffy hair dryer! Had I opened the wrong present!