I want my reader to have a well set description of how my family gets and prepares the perfect tree.
My sister and I can definitely sense when Christmas time is
approaching. Viewing the layer of blue thick-ribbed ice across the
crystallized glass windshield of the car. Looking out at the grass and no
longer seeing green, but seeing the glasslike frost. Being able to see your
hot misty breath vapor into the frosty air. Hearing Christmas tunes and every
store, and seeing the long line of children dressed up in green and red all
anxious to see Santa Claus. My sister and I definitely sensed Christmas
it was time to pick out and decorate the most perfect tree. Getting
all prepared for that morning was the intensity of it all, in order to get the
My sister and I dressed in our warm sweaters and cozy slippers;
so that we could go up in our declined stuffy attic. In order to search for our
winter wear and boots. My sister behind me guiding me up the wooden attic
ladder. While we were searching through all of our junk; up in the attic for
the box marked winter clothes. I was starting to remember how thrilling that
morning was going to be. I had almost forgotten how sensational my gloves,
As I was going through all the gloves, I started to realize how tired I
was getting. I had a long morning ahead of me. I was so excitied
about picking out our tree, the thoughts of sleep were no where near. I was
only worried about all the unique and splendor hats and gloves. I elabortaley
decided on which set of gloves and boots to wear. The gloves were
different than the ones I wore the year before. The gloves were ice blue with
a matching knit hat covered with white snowflakes that covered my
ears, along with my purple jacket and boots. There was still one more thing
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