Mmmmm, the aroma of cinnamon rolls fills the air as you sit up in bed. A light shines through the window as you stand up. It's Christmas morning, and you shiver in anticipation. Hurriedly, you pull a shirt over your head, eager to head downstairs as fast as possible.
What could be under the tree?
As fast as you can, you run down the stairs. Your dad is at the stove stirring the something in the pan. "Hello my child. I hope you like your gift." He winks at you and turns back to the stove.
Your mom is sitting at the table, cutting her cinnamon rolls. "Oh yes child, we really hope you do enjoy this gift."
"I am very excited," you say as you run over to the living room, to see what wonderful presents Santa left for you.
Your eyes slowly pan the room, and that's when you see him.
"Oh, hi Jesus."
