Christmas+Disaster

I wake up Christmas morning.

There are presents Under our beautiful Tree.

A roaring fire Crackling Quietly by the tree.

I open my first Present wrapped in Bright red paper.

A set of brand new Firecrackers.

I set the Glorious new gift Next to the fireplace.

It is the worst Mistake of my life.

The crackers catch Fire And go off, well, Like a rocket. Sparks hit the tree And it goes up In flames.

My parents Aunt And sister watch in horror And pour as much Water as they can.

The presents are Charred to a crisp The tree? Nothing but ash.

I've ruined chistmas For the third time Since fourth grade.