3. A Christmas Miracle

3 A Christmas Miracle I had to wait a million hundred hours for Saturday to arrive. Wednesday felt like it was two days long. Thursday must have been three days long. Friday took at least a week. I thought I was gonna die of old age. But finally, it was Saturday. My mom made me wear the dorky red-and-green Christmas sweater that my aunt knitted for me last year. Ugh, it's itchy.

"Do I have to wear this?" I asked. "Yes," my mom replied. "You want to look your best in front of Santa." "I don't want to look like a dork in front of Santa," I said. "You look very handsome, A.J."

When I came downstairs, my sister, Amy, was watching TV in the living room. "Nice sweater, dork," she told me. I didn't care what Amy said. It would be worth it to wear a dorky, itchy sweater if I could see Santa Claus live and in person. I sat in the window for a million hundred minutes waiting for my ride. Finally, Ryan's minivan pulled up.* Ryan, Michael, Neil, and Alexia were inside. They were all wearing their itchy Christmas sweaters. "Nice sweaters, dorks," I said as I climbed in. Lots of people had decorated their front yards for Christmas. We drove past giant inflatable snowmen, candy canes, Santas, sleighs, and lots of reindeer. It was beautiful. Ryan's mom started to sing "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas..." and we all joined in.

That's when the most amazing thing in the history of the world happened. It started to snow! Well, that may not be all that amazing to you. But we live in California, and it hardly ever snows here. "It's snowing!" we all marveled as we pressed our noses against the windows.

It was a Christmas miracle.