Dear Diary

Dear Diary
 
My name is Emily and I’m seven years old
This will be my first entry in my new diary that I told
 
Today is the day we go Christmas tree huntin
I’m gonna pick the biggest one, its gonna be really somethin
“mom and dad hurry up, we’re gonna be late” I said
“we’re gonna get there and all the good ones somebody’s
Already gonna take!”
 
It was me, mom, dad, and my little sista. My older sista is
Off in a bigger school, I really miss her.
Shes gonna miss out on all the fun and
oooooo, I can’t wait I’m gonna pick out the shiniest star
“hurry, hurry” I say pushing my little sista in the car
 
“Calm down Emily, We’ll get there”
I don’t think I heard her or even cared
I couldn’t sit still, it felt like my tummy had bouncy stones
I swear when we got closer I could smell those tree smells
You know the ones that smell like pine cones
 
Man, we finally make it and I’m smiling with glee
Not waiting for anyone else, I jump out the car and
Run for the biggest and bestest trees
There’s so many, how am I gonna pick?
I walk past a big round one and tall one too, oooh not
This one, the smell making me sick
                                                                     
I see it! It’s really tall, it’s huge, I love it!
“mom, dad, hurry over here, I found the tree , I found
The tree. Please, please, please can this be the one we get!?”
The tree was way too big and way too expensive but the look on
Their little girls face was priceless and they couldn’t resist
Mom bent down and said, “Of course we can pumpkin”
Reaching down giving me a kiss
 
We decerated the tree right when we got home
With glass bulbs, rings of popcorn, and lights
Diary, this was the bestest ever day and night.
 
The end -12/15/2025