christmas story

there was once a 8-year old boy named timmy turner. timmy was once an only child until his mother had a baby in late november. he was excited at first because he was now officially a big brother. then the feeling lost its touch. he began to notice that EVERYTHING was about his new sister. Her name was wendy and in his eyes, the most spoiled rotten thing hes ever laid eyes on. she cried a whole bunch and always got what she wanted. timmy felt a bit forgotten. even his parents were always fussing with her, singing to her, holding her, talking to her. he wanted that. he missed his parents. one evening when the family was in the living room decorating the tree, timmy remained silent. his parents took no notice. they finished the tree before midnight. early morning the next day, timmy decided to do something thatll harm him and make his parents run to him. he was tired of being ignored. his parents were still sleeping and so was wendy. he ran downstairs into the living room with the newly decorated tree. timmy unwrapped the lights off the christmas tree and began wrapping them around him, like a mummy. he was about to scream bloody horror then he hears his sister start wailing her lungs out upstairs. his plan was foiled by a crying baby. timmy's father comes downstairs into the living room. he laughs at his son and of how funny he looks. "Well then son," he says, then takes a picture of timmy to place onto the tree(after its fixed back up). "You really made my christmas timmy, of course you always do son." timmy's heart swells and eyes fill with tears. this was his best christmas ever.
kinda corny haha