As I left my room on Christmas morning I brushed my teeth, took a shower, changed my clothes and went downstairs.
My mom called my name and she said, "Come and get your food."
Since I woke up late, it was already lunch time,so I asked my mom,
"What's for lunch?"
She said, "It's your favorite."
As I sat down, I saw the food staring at me. I looked at the baked chicken. My stomach started to gurgle, screaming at me telling me "Eat the dang thing already."
So, I said, "Okay." and ate it. Eating it was like my fifth sense. When I ate it, it was sooo good, that if Barack Obama's cook took a bite he would be jealous.