Dear Diary,
If you can believe it, I’m in Hawaii. It’s hard to tell that it’s Christmas when you’re lying on a beach in 81-degree weather. I don’t mind being here, but Christmas isn’t the same without snowball fights and hot cocoa.
I am still peeved about the fact that mom planned this trip. Who in their right mind would want sun and sand when they could have snow, a fire roaring in the fireplace, and cuddling up on the couch while watching Christmas movies? Apparently, my mom does.
If there was one thing that I would ask Santa for, it would be to celebrate my 12th birthday back home in Vermont. I really don’t like having my birthday this close to Christmas.
Wishing I was home,
Alexis
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This entry was based off the prompt 'Tropical', hence the name. This December I will be sharing many Holiday stories and poems!
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