I woke up on December 23, my birthday, and felt great. I was relieved because I had caught a virus a couple days earlier when my cousins came to Christmas sick. I was better, but my mom caught it from me. My dad slept until about noon, and all I did until then was play on my ipod and watch TV while my mom laid on the coach. My dad finally got up and we went to eat at Red Lobster. When we got home my mom felt a little better so I opened my presents. I saw them and I panicked because none of the boxes were big enough to be what I wanted, a Thompson M1-A1 air soft gun. I opened all of them except for a little bag and found a note that said, “Dear Cade, we hope you are not disappointed. We could not get the gun you wanted. Now go look on Madison’s (my sisters) bed. I ran back to her room and saw the Thompson box on her bed. I opened it and hooked up the battery and loaded the magazine. I walked outside and aimed the gun at a tree. It shot 2 shots, then stopped. I figured out that the magazine was broken. The next morning we took it back to Academy and got a new one. After the battery charged, I took it outside and shot a tree. It worked perfectly. After that, we had a great Christmas vacation.