The Christmas Without Lights

The day before Christmas, there was a blackout. I went through the whole day watching movies on my old laptop which had the only thing available to use with no WiFi, the DVD player. As it drew closer to the night, I began to wonder if this will go into Christmas. As I was halfway through 101 Dalmatians, I began to grow sleepy as I dreamed that a miracle would come and turn on the power for us. Christmas morning came and all was the same. 

The lights were still not on and the dark cloudiness of the morning was all we could get for light. That still did not stop my siblings and me from trying to see what was under the tree. We grab our phones and head downstairs to see what presents were under the tree. We all turned on our flashlights to look at the arrangement of presents. We refrained from touching the gifts to make sure to keep the joy and excitement of looking for our gifts among all the other presents. I wondered how we would open up presents without any lights and I found it devastating that we couldn’t fill the house with all the lights and the colorful decorations we set up for the holiday. 

After our last skim at the presents, we headed back upstairs to sleep some more and wait for our parents to wake up. That’s the most dreadful part of Christmas, waiting. Time had never moved more slowly than when waking up in anticipation of opening presents.