Twas the 11th Christmas of my life, not a creature was stirring not even 11 little mice.  I was laying in my bed with my curly black hair, hoping presents would be there.  I in my PJ’s sleeping in bed, while visions of candycanes danced in my head.  When I woke up Christmas morning, my mom and stepdad were still sleeping.  I opened my presents all through about, hoping I got cool presents and no one could doubt.  I looked in my stocking I’m glad there was no coal, then I saw a big present and it was a new basketball goal.  I knew this was the best Christmas ever, not one was better nope not ever.