‘Twas Christmas eve. I wasn’t happy. The last thing I heard about my sister was that she was dead. My eyes were filling with tears. I looked at the present I was going to give her all wrapped up in red and yellow paper. Then I looked at my favourite Christmas bauble that she made me. I looked at the holly she had hung around the living room. I fell onto the sofa and cried myself to sleep. The next thing I knew was that Santa had come but he had come to my sister to. My sister came into the room. She was safe! I started crying with joy!