One Christmas morning by George

One Christmas morning, I woke up and looked out of the window. I could see crispy snow covering the holly. I shouted as loud as I could, “Merry Christmas!” I swiftly walked down the stairs trying not to trip. Out the corner of my eye, I saw a red box with blue ribbons vibrating. It was surrounded by ultra-marine, shiny baubles. I curiously approached it. By this time, my family were with me. My mum lifted it up. An enormous anaconda slithered around the house, with its tongue (which looks like a zip) hanging out. Suddenly, the animal disappeared.