Holidays with the Johnson’s
I was staring at the clock. The last hour had seemed like it had lasted four. I now had ten minutes. Ten minutes until a two week break from school. Ten minutes until Christmas break. I could never remember being so excited about anything. Football had ended three weeks earlier. Since there was no practice, my afternoons had been filled with studying and helping Mrs. Johnson decorate for Christmas. We had put up the tree, but was waiting until Samantha, the Johnson’s daughter, to come home from college before we placed the lights and ornaments on it. We had decorated around the house, inside and out. At night the house glowed with red, green and blue lights. I had never had a real Christmas. Most of the homes,I was in, made the minimum effort to …