those were the days

One Christmas eve. my mother and father were painting my room, and told me not to shut my door no matter what I did, so not listening to them I shut the door and of course I got stuck in the room.  It was stuck. I was I think about 7 years old. These things happen to 7 years old children. and all I could think was Santa is gonna be mad. He's not gonna bring me any toys. I have no idea how long I was in there before they noticed I was stuck, cause I was crying, which wasn't anything new. I was a major league weeper.  The color of the room was a lovely shade of lavendar, I remember that..  and I remember that Santa did come.to a very good little girl.