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Mom was in the kitchen cooking a Christmas Eve breakfast when I woke up. Through the aroma’s I could make out the smell of fried bacon, buttermilk biscuits, and Moravian sugar cake. As I drifted into the kitchen, still half asleep, Mom turned and smiled as I did the same. â€Å"Good morning, Charlie. Are you ready for breakfast? I cooked some blueberry pancakes for you and your brothers,† came cheerfully from Mom’s mouth. â€Å"I was going to wait for James and William to get out of bed.† Then I turned to Dad who was reading the paper in the den, â€Å"Dad, have you eaten yet?† â€Å"I ate a piece of sugar cake, but other than that, no.† â€Å"Oh, ok.† I then looked back at Mom and responded with, â€Å"I can wait, so we can sit down together to eat.† I proceeded into the den where I took a seat on the couch with Dad. I sprawled out with my head on my father’s lap, trying to go back to sleep, but he wanted to play. As he tickled me and I would try to fight it, but I never had any luck because of his strength compared to mine. â€Å"Quit,† I yelped with agonizing despair. â€Å"MOM! Get Dad off of me!† â€Å"Jimmy quit bothering him. He just woke up and I don’t want you to wake up the boys.† â€Å"It’s time for them to get out of bed, anyway,† Dad said with a stern voice (trying to make it sound that he is the man of the house. â€Å"Charlie, why don’t you and I go wake up William and James.† â€Å"Ok, but I’m not waking James because he will beat me up,† I said to my Dad to make sure that my oldest brother wouldn’t get angry with me. As we walked up the steps I was astounded with the joyful fulfillment of waking my brothers. It was as if it was the highlight of the day. Dad and I walked into my brothers’ room, anticipating that they might wake up. As Dad crept up on James, I was closing in on William. Dad signaled to me, 1, 2, 3, and we both hurled ourselves on top of them. James had no chance of wi... Free Essays on At Home Free Essays on At Home Mom was in the kitchen cooking a Christmas Eve breakfast when I woke up. Through the aroma’s I could make out the smell of fried bacon, buttermilk biscuits, and Moravian sugar cake. As I drifted into the kitchen, still half asleep, Mom turned and smiled as I did the same. â€Å"Good morning, Charlie. Are you ready for breakfast? I cooked some blueberry pancakes for you and your brothers,† came cheerfully from Mom’s mouth. â€Å"I was going to wait for James and William to get out of bed.† Then I turned to Dad who was reading the paper in the den, â€Å"Dad, have you eaten yet?† â€Å"I ate a piece of sugar cake, but other than that, no.† â€Å"Oh, ok.† I then looked back at Mom and responded with, â€Å"I can wait, so we can sit down together to eat.† I proceeded into the den where I took a seat on the couch with Dad. I sprawled out with my head on my father’s lap, trying to go back to sleep, but he wanted to play. As he tickled me and I would try to fight it, but I never had any luck because of his strength compared to mine. â€Å"Quit,† I yelped with agonizing despair. â€Å"MOM! Get Dad off of me!† â€Å"Jimmy quit bothering him. He just woke up and I don’t want you to wake up the boys.† â€Å"It’s time for them to get out of bed, anyway,† Dad said with a stern voice (trying to make it sound that he is the man of the house. â€Å"Charlie, why don’t you and I go wake up William and James.† â€Å"Ok, but I’m not waking James because he will beat me up,† I said to my Dad to make sure that my oldest brother wouldn’t get angry with me. As we walked up the steps I was astounded with the joyful fulfillment of waking my brothers. It was as if it was the highlight of the day. Dad and I walked into my brothers’ room, anticipating that they might wake up. As Dad crept up on James, I was closing in on William. Dad signaled to me, 1, 2, 3, and we both hurled ourselves on top of them. James had no chance of wi...