It’s almost midnight. I am sitting here at my window, watching the snowflakes falling. Whenever I see snow, I remember the holidays I used to spend with my grandparents when I was a child. I remember their neighbors had a beautiful dog and I would always stop at their gate and stroke him. I longed for a puppy of my own.
On my eleventh birthday, we were at my grandparents’ house. I woke up early and looked out of my window. It was snowing. I got dressed quickly and ran downstairs. I put on my coat and ran outside. While I was playing in the snow, I heard a strange noise. Suddenly, a little puppy ran out from behind the tree and jumped into my arms. “He’s for you, Danny,” my grandmother called. “Happy birthday!” I was so happy.
