by

                                                      Margaret  Blythe

             Terry climbed the stairs to go to his room, but was called by his mother to come back down.

He ran into the living room.  In her arms, sge held a big box wrapped in red paper with gold bells.

She placed it under the christmas tree.

            “What is it, Mom?” he asked, his dark eyes curious as he looked at the package.

           “Help put the rest of the gifts under the christmas tree.”

           Terry was only too glad to.  Some boxes were wrapped in red and others in green and blue.

The one he really had his eye on was the big package his mother put under the tree.  He wondered

what was in it.  His name was on it.  He couldn’t wait until Christmas day to open it.

            The box was big enough to store almost anything.  He couldn’t keep his eyes off it.  He turned

to see his mother watching him from the doorway.  She smiled and walked into the kitchen.  She

knew what was in it.  Gifts were always a mystery until the package was ripped open.

            Last year, Terry got a baseball, bat, and catcher’s mitt.  He felt proud to own them.  The