Yesterday I came home from school. There were already presents under our Christmas tree, and one had a special note on it. "Jonah: Open December 7th." As my brother wandered around the house making sure I knew that he got to open a Christmas present tomorrow. I was sitting on the couch doing homework and I asked from the couch what Christmas present my brother was getting tomorrow. No answer. Of course. I went up to my mom with my sweetest voice, "Mom, what is in the present that Jonah gets to open tomorrow? Don't you want to tell me?"
"No." Was her nice reply. "I won't be telling you."
So over to the tree I went. Shaking the box up and down. I mean, I really just wanted to know what could be hiding inside that skinny little box. My dad came home and I asked him the same question. "Don't you want to tell me what is inside that box?"
"No." He said. "We have never told what Christmas presents are before Christmas day, and we never will."
I figured that was all the asking for the day. They obviously weren't going to tell me.
This morning I was downstairs getting ready when my sister yelled down the stairs "Ashley! Jonah opened his present! It's two tickets to see the Miami Heat play the Utah Jazz tomorrow night!"
I was so mad! I would love to go see the Heat play. LeBron, Wade, and Bosh! That's awesome! But no. Guess where I will be? Singing my little heart out at the choir concert. Which not to mention will be a disaster. So tomorrow while I am singing a happy Christmas song, my brother and dad will be watching the "big three."
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