directly I rushed for the fireplace, maybe there was still hope for me, last night we had hung up our stockings on, now there remained only one, just mine.
A sparkle appeared in my eye, the others had taken theirs, so Santa Claus must have filled the stockings with gifts and sweets. I put my hand into it , and searched for gifts happily, 'Terrible, Beetles!,' I cried.
It reminded me of the last Christmas. I threw it off, and shouted, "I hate you!" No doubt it was a plan of Tina, and no one was outside, they all had hidden somewhere at home, and enjoyed watching me from behind the scenes.