Пожалуйста, дайте переводwhen I came downstairs on Christmas morning, I saw

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when I came downstairs on Christmas morning, I saw the only presents in my stocking were a stick of deodorant and a "travel dictionary". I guess once you're in middle school, grown-ups decide you're too old for toys or anything that's actually fun. But they still expect you to be all excited when you open the lame gifts they get you. Most of my gifts this year were books or clothes. The closest thing I got to a toy was a present from Uncle Charlie.
When I unwrapped Uncle Charlies's gift, I didn't even know what it was supposed to be. It was this big plastic ring with a net attached to it. Uncle Charlie explained that it was a "Laundry Hoop" for my bedroom. He said I was supposed to hang the Laundry Hoop on the back of my door and it would make putting away my dirty clothes "fun." At first I thought it was a joke, but then I realized Uncle Charlie was serious. So I had to explain to him that I don't actually DO my own laundry. I told him I just throw my dirty clothes on the floor, and Mom picks them up and takes them downstairs to the laundry room. Then a few days later, everything comes back to me in nice, folded piles.
I told Uncle Charlie he should just return the Laundry Hoop and give me cash so I could buy something I'd actually USE.
That's when Mom spoke up. She told Uncle Charlie she thought the Laundry Hoop was a GREAT idea. Then she said that from now on I'd be doing my OWN laundry. So basically, it ends up that Uncle Charlie got me a chore for Christmas.