User blog:Lhurgoyf/Socks.

Christmas morning.

A restless night of sugar plum fairies and snowflakes dancing amidst the cool winter air. The evening stars twinkling and the moon brighter than any man-made street light. Santa's sleigh in full force delivering wonderous gifts to all boys and girls. The tossing and turning in your bed of the amazing presents that will be recieved in just a few short hours. Minutes feel like hours, and hours seem to never end. 'What will i get?' 'Was i naughty or nice this year?' 'Will Santa leave me some cookies?' These insessant thoughts plague your mind like a bratty younger sibling wanting their turn with the Sega Genesis.

Eyes clenched tight, waiting for the first beam of sunlight to give the okay the barrel down the stairs and dive headfirst into a pile of colorful boxes and ribbons. An eye gives in and peeks at the bright red digits on the alarm clock, 12:36 it reads, the minutes crawl slower than crippled marmalade. An idea jumps into your head, why not sneak downstairs and check a glance at the presents under the tree? Mom and Dad are in there room and brother is snoring loud enough to keep the neighbors awake. 'Where's the harm in just a little peek?' you say to yourself as you toss aside you blankets and get to your feet.

Every step taken sounds like a thunderclap on a wide open field, even the faintest of tiptoes sends out the bone-chilling creak throughout the house. Only during the still of the night does anything get so loud. Gently, and ever so carefully you make progress towards the staircase. The flickering lights of the christmas tree fill your heart with warmth and whimsy. Like some sort of Green Beret, you sneak down the stairs, back to the wall. 'Almost there, just a straight shot from here.' You whisper to yourself, trying to convince yourself that you aren't the slightest bit sleep deprived.

What seems like eons later, you reach the final step. The tree is only a few yards away and you can't hold back anymore. The pitter patter of your feet dashing across the hardwood floor is null and void to the bounty of boxes coming into sight. Approacing the tree, you eye the presents there and notice one sticking out like a sore thumb. A large gold wrapped box siting there, and just as suspected, it has your name on it. Eagerly and without hesistation you cling to it and look for any noticeable openings to start unsheathing it from. One piece of tape removed, and another, more than halfway there. 'Is it that rad new game console i asked for?' 'The neato action figure set i saw on TV?'. The gold foil gently wafts to the ground in one piece as you see the box, just a lid away from the secrets it hides. You hold your breath and gently lift the top. Your eager smile glowing brighter than aforementioned stars. You see inside and...

34 Jesters arrows, and Angel Statue, 2 thorns potions, and 3 bombs.

...Worst christmas ever...