My christmas nightmare

                I have never had a favorite holiday memory my holidays have always been the same especially for Christmas. I would always be the first one to wake up I would make everyone get up and herd them down stairs. All of that changed when I was ten I was in a tennis class with my friends that I would go to every week, that day there was a new boy who was surrounded by the tennis instructors. That boy was his with a tennis ball in the face, my tennis instructor asked me to go and sit with him because I had finished the drill. As I was sitting down the boy seemed to glare at me and the reason for that was that it was my serve that hit him in the face. I started to talk to him about Christmas because it was a few weeks away, he would not talk to me. The hole time I was talking about Christmas and Santa and Christmas morning, out of the blue he smiled at me and said “ Santa is not real.” I was devastated but I acted cool trying to hold back my anger because I knew that he was lying and that in a few weeks Santa would come to my house. Somehow he could see that I was holding it in so he went on saying “it is your parents they are your Santa,” at that time I wanted to hit him with my tennis racket but the instructors were nearby. That day I went home heartbroken crying wanting to believe that Santa was real and that my parents not going to bed before me was a sine. That was how my favorite holiday was ruined by a kid in my tennis class. i was never able to wake up with the same joy that i once did not Christmas morning.