I woke up. It was Christmas day. IÂ departed like a cheetah downstairs to the living room. The tingling feeling in my spineÂ punctured the silence andÂ in the room as people plucked outÂ their presents from our tree. Wrapping paper peppered the ceiling. As I ripped it my present open I was staggered. It was theÂ cool redÂ action figure I asked for. Jumping with joy,Â I showed my broad smile.Â I heard aÂ strange knock at the door.Â I realisedÂ I hadÂ to host the guests for the celebration. Nervous,Â I step forward and shakily opened the door.