Hinges move and footsteps come out of the room next door. Then I see a big shadow. It it my grandpa. I hear footsteps going towards the front door. It opens and and then closes. The footsteps get quieter and quieter. Then my eyes close again and I don’t get up again for a while. When I do I hear crackles that sound like they are coming from the stove. The crackles sound like perfect breakfast. Then my eyes close again. This time waking up isn’t so peaceful. Beep, Beep, Weo, Weo, Beep, Weo. My mom reaches over and picks me up. She opens the front door and runs. When we reach the bottom, sirens hurt everyone’s ears. Firemen are running in and out of the “burning building”. When they all come out of the building they say “Someone made the smoke alarm go off by cooking eggs. My mom looked down at me. Grandpa slowly made his way over to the firemen. “Woops!” he said. Everybody looked mad. I looked over at my mom’s watch it said 7:00 A.M. The date said December 25th. That was a bad Christmas for everybody in the building.