Amazing Kids! Magazine

A Crazy Christmas on Pine Eve

By Laura Reyes, age 12, California


One crazy Christmas, I saw kids running around the blocks outside from my bedroom window. I noticed that my neighbors’ Christmas lights shone like stars in the night. I could hear everybody singing happy songs. Unlike them, I didn’t feel that excited for Christmas because everyone, all of my friends and neighbors, had left their holiday in the U.S.A. for a trip to Mexico.

We could all smell the delicious food my aunties and mom were cooking. They were cooking tamales, posole, ponche, and atole. This meal is a family tradition from Mexico.

My sister Cece is 13 years old. She is a slender girl, with brown hair and a natural tan. She is my older sister.  “Hey, what time is it?” Cece asked me curiously.

“Time for you to get a watch,” I blurted out instantly, without thinking.

Cece looked annoyed. After seeing the glare on her face, I muttered, “I don’t know.”

“Of course you don’t know,” Cece snorted. “Whatever. See you later.”

Oh well. I wasn’t her personal watch. Anyways, I had more important things to do than to hang around with my weird older sister. My uncle invited me to McDonalds to buy something to eat because he doesn’t really like to eat Mexican food. Of course, I agreed to come with him.

​My uncle was ordering the food while I looked around McDonalds. As I took in an eyeful of the yellow-and-red fast-food restaurant, I had a great idea. I asked my uncle if he could buy something for the poor, unfortunate, homeless people sitting in the corner of the building.  He agreed. We bought them a cheeseburger with a side of fries and water.

My uncle is a kind 34-year-old man, with long black hair, skin as light as vanilla, and a muscle-bound body. He is married and has 4 children— 2 daughters and 2 sons. He loves to do nice things like this because he loves helping the unfortunate people.

It was 11:59 p.m. when my uncle and I got home. Everyone was so excited because it would be midnight soon. When the clock changed to midnight all the kids opened their presents. I got an iPod 5th generation.  By the time we were done partying, it was 5:00 am in the morning. All of us had to go to sleep. As I hit the pillow, the last thought that drifted into my head was…CHRISTMAS WASN’T THAT BAD AFTER ALL!