After ten minutes of touching, shaking, knocking, and rubbing, my brother and I had not only warmed up, but also situated all our presents. And while we were very impatient to open our presents, it seemed impolite to us to open those boxes without our parents’ agreement and presence. So, we had decided to wait until our traditional Christmas family breakfast. My dream was getting cheap kid’s slippers!
        Breakfast time seemed to go on very slowly. My parents’ did not appear to notice our excitement about the presents and ate and drink slowly. By the way, I forgot to mention, that my brother and I had made a present for our parents, too. We painted a picture of our new life in Canada, including us playing hockey on the street, skiing, figure-skating, and throwing snow balls. We had been drawing that picture for a week (in the car during our moving) and at last it seemed to us to be complete and finished. Were they absolutely not interested in what my brother and I had prepared for them for Christmas? Were they not excited at all? Ah, adults...they do not even believe in Santa Claus!
        My mother had only finished cleaning the table after the breakfast, when we all went to the living room to open the presents. My present was packed in a bright red box with white curly ribbons. I was first to open the present and I did. To my great enthusiasm and joy, I got exactly what I wanted for Christmas – a pair of nice fuzzy grey slippers in the shapes of two elephants. I put them on right away and they felt very warm – just like putting two stuffed toys on your very feet! Certainly, my Mom could buy slippers in ShopBop Coupons, Steve Madden Promo Code, or Tobi Promo Code, and she had done it beforehand, so to say, before our leaving for Canada.
        Those slippers had become my best friends for the time until I moved on and had met the real friends at a new school and later at a figure-skating club. I played with them at home and even wore them to school on casual days. Being a lonely little kid in a new and foreign country Canada, I took a good care of those cheap kid’s slippers that were so dear to me and until this day I keep them on the top row of my shoe-shelf in my bedroom closet. They are too little for my feet now and cannot possibly warm them, but they warm my heart as I remember our difficult but exciting moving to Canada.