P. S. Burton
	Untitled 5 I was seven and I set my clock Christmas to wake up before anyone else. The clock wasn't as loud as I thought it was going to be, yet I still woke up. It was five in the morning. I ran softly down the stairs I got to the first landing and I looked out of the window, being that I was short I had to stand one my toes. The snow was untouched, white, clean and it came down perfectly the fertile farm soil of my Grandpa's farm. I love the snow on the farm it's beautiful pared to the snow in the city coming down so fast and busy when it hits the ground it's already dirty. I crept down the remaining steps. I went on all fours to the tree. excited to see that Santa come all the way out here to give me my gifts. I went through all the present with my name on it. I ripped and pulled all presents like a great thunder and Red and Green wrapping into the air and came down like the snow outside softly with out a sound and in all this I hear a voice a whisper. "John" my fathers name My grandpa was laying on the couch the whole time sleep and I guess I woke him up. with ol'mutt by his side like always. "John is that you" I said "yes" in a low tone to mimic my father...everyone calls me John anyway I'm the spitting image of my father and he is the spitting image of his father. I walked quickly but silently to my grandpa and gave him a hug and whisper his ear "it's beautiful outside" his hair was a lot grayer and his eyes were almost invisible. he told me to reach into his pocket and get his wallet I did as i was told. inside the first flap I found what he was looking for a rusted old washer. he told me that this washer was lucky he found it when he was seven in Kingston and he has had it ever since. he told me to keep and to not tell anyone about it and he went back to sleep I went back to opening my presents again. My father soon came down the steps. to see was going on down here. I saw him and gave him a big hug and told him that "it's beautiful outside" he put me down and went over to the couch and shew'd ol'mutty from grandpa and I went back to my presents. my father touched my grandpa arm to wake him up, but I told my dad that he was sleeping and not to wake him. My father called out "Dad" and nothing happened my grandpa never moved. my father grapped my hand and told me to go upstairs that I wouldn't understand Three days later, I was in a church surrounded by tears yet I couldn't. I didn't know what was happening I tried to ask questions but all I could get was tears did grandpa like being in the box? Can he breathe in there ? I tried to tell everyone that he was just sleeping and that he was playing a joke on everyone like he doesn't me. He's joking. But there were just tears My father whispered in my ear that Pa was dead but I didn't understand death. I didn't understand the washer and why it was so important I didn't understand why he gave it to me I didn't understand why my father was crying. I didn't understand why it was so ark that day why it started to rain in the middle of December the grave of my grandfather. I didn't understand.

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