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"There's No Day Like Christmas"

Christmas morning was cold to wake up to. I got up from my bed and hurried to the window. I was filled with excitement, as the realization of what day it was struck me. I pulled the curtains back from my window. I smile spread across my face as I saw a snow covered world outside. I knew I had to play out there and build a snowman after I open presents. I know, a sixteen year old guy, still being excited for Christmas? Anyone else my age, the magic is gone for them. For me, however, there still seems to be something beautiful about Christmas that I can't quite explain.
I went downstairs to find my parents in the living room, sitting around the television while sipping out of their coffee mugs. Of course there had to be a Christmas movie on. I know I like Christmas, but Christmas movies are annoying to me. They're too cheesy.
"Merry Christmas!" I yelled, creeping up behind them. My mom jumped a little. My dad took another sip from his cup and turned to me. "Merry Christmas, son." he said in a monotone voice before returning his gaze to the movie. My dad is such a joy to be around. My mom rolled her eyes. "Don't mind him, he just woke up."
"Is it cool if I open presents now?" I asked.
My mom nodded, smiling. "I know you've been eyeballing them for a while, go ahead."
Without hesitation, I sat down before the pile of wrapped gifts surrounding the Christmas tree, and tore them open.

After we ate breakfast, my mom informed me that my Uncle Allen wanted us to come over to open gifts and have dinner at his place. Sure, it was a good four hour drive, but I loved seeing my uncle. And it's not just because he's rich and always goes overboard with Christmas gifts. He's a really nice guy to be around, he's goofy and I'm pretty sure he smokes weed behind closed doors.
My parents and I loaded up in the car that afternoon and headed out to see him.
During the ride there, through busy highways and miles of empty farm land, I rarely lifted my eyes from my phone. I was pretty thankful I had a charger that could plug into the car so I never had to worry about it dying.

I was surprised how quickly nightfall hit, but was even more surprised we still hadn't made it to Uncle Allen's house yet.
"Dad, where are we?" I asked, looking around outside. We were clearly in the middle of a town, yet not a car in sight, only Christmas lights covering buildings for miles onward.
"We should be close by now." Mom said, staring out the window. "This looks like the town he lives in."
"I know where I'm going," dad said. "We should be there very soon."
I looked up at the sky. No way, was that Santa's sleigh soaring through the sky? I tapped Mom's shoulder and pointed to the sky. She gasped, covering her mouth. "Oh my Lord," she cried joyfully. "Richard, look!" she shook his arm. I felt the car swerve a little, but it quickly corrected itself. My dad looked up at the sky and stared in amazement, even a "Wow" escaped his mouth. I'd never heard him sound so happy in my life.
As I kept looking up at it, I noticed something was a little off. It appeared to be getting closer. I thought nothing of it. After all, we were driving in that same direction. I returned my gaze to my phone, my parents still chattering about it amongst themselves. I payed no attention, not until I heard their voices start to sound more and more panicked. I looked up just in time to see Santa in his sleigh crash full speed straight into our car.

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