Seeing no alternative, I enjoyed myself, but as soon as the party was over I snuck straight to my room and straight to my keyboard. The end of my book was in sight- but I still had much to do. The hours ticked by. "Still not done... Still not done..." played my thoughts in the brief interims of freedom they had. The clock struck twelve: Christmas day, still not done. First twelve, then one, then two. Then, half passed two, in the cold darkness of Christmas morning, the chattering sound of typing vanished from my room, leaving the world in perfect silence. After a few last, piercing clicks, my hands left my keyboard. It was …show more content…
Though perhaps not the parade of a response I might have hoped for, in the moment their simple praise reached my ears as a round of thunderous cheers, ones that shook the very foundations of the house in which I stood. It made my brain go fuzzy with an excitement that quickly consumed my mind, blending the following hugs, smiles, and holiday cheer together into one, beautiful singularity of absolute bliss. Years of work, hours toil, gallons of proverbial blood, sweat, and tears, now shared with the people I cared for most on Christmas day itself. Nothing on earth could make me