As I approached the tree in an attempt to straighten the ever-crooked star on top, I stopped short. Something was outside, and it sounded like it was approaching fast. I abandoned my star-fixing and went to the window, wondering who could be out so late on Christmas Eve. I pulled back the slightly faded curtains and peered across the sand, into the night. Nothing was visible, but the sound, that odd rumbling, was still very prevalent. Then it came. Slowly at first, then much more rapid. I could see the wall of water that dominated the horizon. In the last seconds before the wave hit, I thought to myself, I should have purchased a house in the mountains.