I am with my parents and my sister. We have missed Christmas. We have presents and our stockings, but are waiting for something. I don't know what.
My sister starts to open her stocking. I ask my parents and they say it's up to me. I open mine too, tired of waiting. I like the presents: they are useful. Nice socks, underwear, a journal, a pen, some nice paper. I have opened everything and there are none of the silly toys or doll that my mother would always put in stockings. I am surprised.
I wake up.