Write a story about a person looking back on their favorite Christmas. Include what the person got for Christmas, and what the day was like. Be descriptive in describing the scenes. For example, describe the Christmas tree, the snow, the presents ect. (May include dialogue) Minimum 450 words - due tomorrow.
I woke up to seeing big snowflakes falling outside my window, and everything was covered in heavy snow. I jumped out of bed and ran to my parent’s room.
“Wake up, wake up!” I yelled as I jumped on the bed.
“Merry Christmas” my mom said as she woke up.
“Get up, get up, Santa came.” I screamed
Mom and dad got up and went downstairs and told me to wait at the top of the stairs.
"Come down stairs now." Mom yelled up at me.
I came running down the stairs with excitement. When I entered the living room all I saw was the bright shinning Christmas tree and all the presents underneath. The lights on the tree shinned bright through out the living room, the ornaments sparkled with reflection from the lights. There were tons of presents underneath the Christmas tree for all three of us.
"Ok you want to start to open presents now." My mom asked me.
"Yes" I said with excitement.
"Ok you can go first." mom replied.
I started with the biggest present and then opened all the rest in random order. The presents were wrapped in different wrapping paper. Some had snowman on them, some had Christmas trees on them, and others were just plain red and green Christmas colors. As I opened the gifts I got exactly what I wanted. The new fire truck with working sirens and remote control, and I got all the other items on my list. After I was done opening all my gifts it was time for my parents to open there gifts. Once they were done we opened our stockings and I got tons of candy. We had a lot of time til our family came over so we cleaned up all the wrapping paper and I played with my toys as mom made breakfast. A few hours past til it was time for my grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins to come over to exchange gifts and have dinner. I got ready as right before everyone showed up as mom made dinner. Once everyone got there we had dinner then exchanged gifts. Me and my cousins spend hours playing with our new toys as our parents talked, and spent time together. We walked our family out as the snow fell again and started to recover the road and side walk. Our family left and we went back inside and i played with my toys until i fell asleep on the couch from the long fun filled day.
The big night before Christmas, the day that everyone was excited for. I get into bed and look out my window to see the Christmas lights hanging up. I sit in my room and just think about how Christmas couldn’t come any faster. I felt so relaxed because the lights outside of my window was kind of like a night light, not that I needed one but it felt kind of good having some light come in my room while it was dark. I had one courting open so I could look up at the sky and just sit there and love how much Christmas I felt in my heart. It couldn’t get any better than that. I had some cookies sitting there, my room was a little bit lit up with the Christmas lights the heat was on full blast with the window cracked so it wasn’t hot nor cold. I felt like that night was the longest night in my life, maybe it was just because I couldn’t wait until that next morning came. While I was sitting there plenty of things ran across my mind. How many toys I would get, how my mother would cook a big breakfast, how I would run around my house with my toys I thought about how I would play with my toys in each and every room all 6 of them. Next thing you knew it was the next morning. I got out of bed looked at my clock, it said 8:00 I figured it was to early to wake everybody up to open gifts so I went down stairs by myself. I snuck downstairs to see a big pile of nothing under the tree. You wouldn’t believe the facial expression I had on my face, it was priceless. “Dang we’re not having a Christmas this year” I thought to myself “damn damn damn”. I walk upstairs and get back in the bed and wonder if Santa forgot to stop at our house for Christmas, I sat there and thought to myself “was I bad this year?” I thought of so many possible things I could have done in order to make Santa not want to come to my house. 10:00 hit and I decided to go downstairs again but this time I woke my brother and sister up, I remember it like it was yesterday because the house was warm and it smelt just like eggs and bacon. As I walk downstairs I see my mother cooking a big breakfast just like I imagined. I go to the Christmas tree and saw a whole bunch of dust under the tree, more then I saw the first time. It was official we wasn’t having a Christmas that year. My dad looked at me and told me to appreciate what I already have and Christmas was about giving not getting . I looked at him like he was crazy but after I was done eating I realized what he said was true. My brother and sister wasn’t so happy with this Christmas I guess they were looking for lots of toys and everything else. Us not having a normal Christmas bothered me but I realized it wasn’t about what I got so I would eventually get over it. aye guess I’ll go play with the toys I already have , so I went in the play room to get my toys, I look up to see a another big Christmas tree full of toys. I call my brother and sister up to open the presents, but that was years ago I don’t even get the Christmas spirit like I used to.
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ReplyDeleteI jolt out of bed, it’s Christmas day. It’s finally Christmas! Now to just go sneak down my crème colored carpeted stairs to check out the presents that lie beneath our lit, heavily decorated green Christmas tree. Seems pretty easy huh, well it’s definitely not. I not only have to tiptoe past my parent’s room but then I have to attempt to not trip over my two large St. Bernard’s which so often get in the way of my feet. After I have made it passed the parents room and over the dogs I will be able to sneak down my stairs to complete my first task in this so called mission of the day.
Usually on Christmas morning my siblings and I (all 11 of us) wake up before my parents, around 3-4 am and head down the stairs to gather around the tree and just find a spot on the couch or the floor and wait until the parents get up so we can start to open gifts. But us being kids we tend to get just a tad impatient and cranky due to lack of sleep that night before because of the family tradition and the movie Christmas Vacation we watch every year on Christmas Eve which then leads to the older siblings making the younger siblings go wake up the parents. Ugh waking up the parents isn’t as fun as it sounds. Yes, maybe when you are little and it’s okay to go and jump on your parent’s bed yelling “It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas!” but at my house, with all five younger siblings jumping on a bed at 4 am there’s bound to be some yelling for waking up them even if it’s Christmas morning. But who could blame them; everyone needs their sleep, even parents.
After the parents get up and meet us downstairs coffee in hand we all gather around our beautifully lit Christmas tree and examine all the different wrappings of the presents that lie beneath it just waiting to be opened. In the “Locke” house we tend to have our own little traditions, secret Santa, everyone having their own wrapping paper and not knowing whose is whose until Christmas morning which tends to make everyone just a little more anxious. We all tend to complain about it every year but when it comes down to it it makes it more exciting, not knowing if you got the gifts you wanted due to the size of the box. But who knows you might’ve gotten what you wanted. When we are done trying to guess whose wrapping paper is whose my mom gets her cheat sheet out and begins to point out each present, making sure all of us have one present in our hands. Then comes the countdown, and finally we rip the first present’s wrapping paper to shreds as our excitement takes over. We start to pass all of the presents out and then open at our own pace, one by one until we are all done and there is wrapping paper covering every inch of the living room floor. I look up from my presents to see my mom smiling, admiring her kids joy as she says,“Time for breakfast, kiddos!”
Christmas has always been a great day in my family. I am not sure why we go crazy over it but it is always a good time with my family. All of the traditions and get togethers can make everything so much better. The whole process starting with the Black Friday shopping, going to get the tree, decorating it with lights and ornaments, putting up the lights on the house, which I have yet to do still, then just awaiting Christmas Eve when we go to my aunt’s house and church, then going out to dinner. I actually just love the entire season and month of December. I get to play a bunch of basketball and be around my family and do everything that has to do with Christmas. Last year Christmas felt a little weird because it was the first year without my uncle and my grandmother who passed away within about two months of each other. The house felt really empty because of the life and spirit and liveliness that those two individuals brought with them wherever they went. I loved that about them because it made those family gatherings that some people hate, so meaningful to me. Those are memories I will cherish forever. Every year that Christmas rolls around again I feel the sorrow and upset feelings and mentality start to come back. We all get through it though. We get through it all by having a great time with each other and we realize how blessed we all are that we had such amazing people in our lives. Maybe that is why I love this time of year even more. On top of the fact that I have an amazing time and feel so good all throughout the month, each time it comes around it makes me realize that I am truly blessed and I have been blessed by the people in my life that have come and gone and those that still remain.
ReplyDeleteI slept in my sisters that Christmas Eve. All us siblings always sleep together the night before Christmas; it is a tradition. I woke up early; I was the first person awake in the house. I went to the bathroom, and when I was wide awake, I realized what day it was. I tried to run downstairs straight away but my sister caught me and made me wait. I was the last person into the present-bearing room. The floor was hidden by balloons. Also hidden by balloons were ash footprints that came from and went to the fireplace. My sisters, brother and I bounded through the balloons looking for our stack of Santa gifts. Balloons were flying through the air, like giant, colorful, harmless pieces of hail. There was no real hail outside, just flurries of snow touching on the already white ground. My older sisters found their stacks first and took them to the couch. My parents sat on the other couch with coffee and a camera. My mother was wearing long snowflake pants and a blue-striped bathrobe. My dad was in red plaid pajamas. My sisters were both in sweatpants and sweaters. It gets cold and they do not care what they sleep in. I let my little brother find his pile first and then settle by my own pile. Santa had gotten me an American Girl Doll; Kaya. He had also given me her house, a fire-pit, her horse and a second outfit. I was giddy with joy; I do not think I let go of her all day. Kaya was a Native American in a cow-hide dress. I had wanted her for forever and she was finally mine. My one sister, Jenna, had gotten a drum set ad my other sister, Brittney, had gotten a matching guitar. Jenna’s drum set was red but a sparkling red. Brittney’s guitar was a sparkling blue. This was the Christmas that had begun my brother’s obsession with Nerf guns. Santa had been kind enough to leave us a letter; one the addressed each of us children. He wrote of how proud he was of each of us. He said that we had grown and he was glad that we had grown into such good people. This letter was personal and sweet and who does not like to hear compliments on Christmas? I understand, now, that Santa is not real. I actually discovered this news on this Christmas. My mother had taken pictures of her and my dad setting up the balloons and the ashes the night before. Of course I was sad at first, who would not be? But I also realized how special it was that it was them doing these things. The letters were all written by them, so it meant that my parents were the ones that were proud of the person I had grown into.
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ReplyDeleteTwo years ago my last Christmas with my family and my dog.
It had already been about two weeks since we brought home our natural Christmas tree in. However the aroma of the crisp pine air was still in the room. But of course my pup was still glued to the tree because it was his first Christmas ever so he had no idea what pine smelled like. The blanket of snow was laid on top of the ground. But the blanket was not flat because my pup was running in the snow and eating it because it was also the first time he had seen snow. Back to the tree what was not under it, were presents not because we did not buy any but because my pup kept munching on the presents. Therefore they were on a high table next to the tree. The one difference is that our family tradition we did not wait until the morning of Christmas to open the presents. We stay awake until midnight to open our gifts. But before we open the presents we eating the food that are made on that one day; so the food is actually pretty good because we only get to eat it homemade once a year. Some of the types of foods are Tamales and Monietes a type of bread. Also one type of drink that is warm is not hot chocolate but hot punch which is made of various fruits that are then boiled. Then the clock strikes midnight and everyone opens their presents. I had got my Xbox 360, my sister got a lot of clothes she wanted, my mom got a new North face jacket, my dad got new timberland boots, and my pup got a huge bone that he could munch on. We were all happy with our gifts but tired because it was late therefore we went to sleep and enjoyed our gifts the next morning. Except for me and my pup I stayed up all night playing my new console and my pup was next to me biting the bone.
“This is Christmas day. This is Christmas day. Christmas day! Christmas day! “I could hear the continuous words being sang throughout the house. I opened my eyes to the barely lite space I call my bedroom and turned my eyes to the window. Outside I could see white flurries falling and making a smooth, soft, arctic blanket. I push myself out of bed and step into the warm hallway. Instantly the smell of peppermint and chocolate fills my nose and a large smile finds its way to my face.
ReplyDelete“Christmas day! Christmas day!” My red headed best friend continued to sing while pouring two cups of hot chocolate in the kitchen. She then took in a deep breath and screamed out “CHRISTMAS DAY! CHRISTMAS DAY! CHRISTMAS DAY!”
“Holy baby Jesus Carrie” I yelled covering my ears. “I would like to go through my 23rd Christmas with my hearing intact.” She turned around with a large grin and attacked me in a bear hug.
“Fellas Navy dad My Amy Gaga!” I laughed at her way of butchering the Spanish language and hugged back.
“Merry Christmas to you too.” I glanced over at our large plastic tree. It was covered from head to toe with silver, gold, and red trimmings. We had all types of ornaments covering it that we borrowed from family members so it wouldn’t look barren. You could barely see the dull, green, plastic branches that were on full display a day before. Under the tree there were tons of presents of all sizes. “When’s everyone else coming over?”
Carrie glanced back at the clock and then shrugged. “It’s 10:25 now so probably in the next 5 minutes.” She said while walking back into the kitchen.
“Five minutes!” I yelled following after her. “Don’t you think that’s a little soon?”
“We did come early if you want brunch.” She said taking cinnamon rolls out of the oven.
“I agreed to no such thing!” I yelled throwing my arms up. She gave me a mischievous smirk.
“Oh you didn’t? Oops.” I reached forward to grab her when the doorbell rang. I gave her a glare and then ran over to open the door. As soon as I pulled back the door I was attacked by hugs, kisses on the cheek, and ‘Merry Christmas’s’. A mixture of my family and Carrie’s flooded our house and threw their belongings everywhere. Our Christmas tree was overstocked with colorful gifts, our kitchen was filled with foods, the television was on and blasting a football game. I could hear cheers from the kids as they played running around the room and yelling from the adults who decided to indulge in the ‘American rugby game’. The majority of our female family was packed near the tree or in the kitchen gossiping about what’s happened since thanksgiving.
Within the next two hours everyone was opening gifts and playing with their new toys. I finished the day laughing with family and can truly say it was my best Christmas in a long time.
I ended up getting a ton of clothing and new camera even though Carrie said she would never buy me anything she couldn't find at the dollar store. It was really a Christmas to remember.
DeleteI woke up Christmas morning, excited like I always am. I ran out of my room and looked underneath my tree and saw all the presents underneath. I remember seeing the tree all colorful from the lights and it looked so sparkly from the tinsel. Some of the lights on the tree were blinking and some were not. I looked at all the handmade ornaments we made when we were in preschool that my mom loves and cherishes every year. This Christmas, I was eight years old and I thought I was a big girl and I didn’t think I needed toys anymore, so I thought I was getting big girl toys, but I wasn’t. I found this necklace that I really wanted my mom and dad to buy for me. I then started to open presents, hoping that I would get the present I really wanted, but the more I got closer to finish opening my presents, the less hope I got in getting the necklace I really wanted. I then started to get worried that I wasn’t going to get it. I then got to this small looking box and it was the last present I had. I thought to myself that this is the present; it’s the necklace I really wanted. I then slowly started to unwrap it and look to see what it is. I then got to the actual box part and I opened the top, but it wasn’t the necklace, it was a gift card to target. I was really upset and I got up and walked into my room. After a little while, I came out to get the other presents from my uncle and Aunt and my grandparents. I opened all of their presents they got me and I didn’t get the necklace I wanted. I started to lose all hope and I waited patiently for my other grandparents to get here. I was hoping that they got me the necklace I really wanted. I sat on my couch, looking at the big mess that we made from all of the wrapping paper and then I looked over at my dad who was watching TV on the couch. I then got up and walked into the kitchen and looked at my mom and she said that my aunt and uncle are here. I was so excited; I was hoping they got me the necklace. They walked in with a big bag filled with stuff. I got the presents and started to open them, but I was sad to find out that I didn’t get the necklace. I then thought that it was okay and I didn’t need the necklace, so I played with all of my new stuff. Later that day, we were all sitting and watching TV. My dad then came in the room with a tiny box and handed it to me. He told me Santa forgot a present. I opened it up and saw the pretty purple necklace I really wanted. I was so excited and I kept it forever.
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ReplyDeleteThe flames danced and crackled throwing sparks into the air, creating a fiery show. Ariel sat quietly, listening to her boyfriend Luke tell his world famous horror story. Everyone, especially the girls leaned in closer or grabbed each other in fear, the great finale was coming up.
“Those kids never made it out of these woods, some even say the Ax Man lingers here waiting and waiting and waiting for.....” He paused dramatically making sure to make eye contact with everyone. “ For us.”
I rolled my eyes as some of the girls screamed as Luke’s friends Daniel and Sean scared them from behind.
“Do-do you think the story is real. I mean it could be true right?” Ariel’s friend Anna asked nervously.
“Oh please Anna, Luke’s just messing with us.” Ariel said as she passed her some marshmallows.
Most of the girls still looked scared but started to loosen up as Sean and Daniel told one of their hilarious stories. Ariel leaned into Luke and laughed along with everyone. Anna and some of the other girls left to use the bathroom, but Ariel stayed behind knowing that the guys would probably pull a prank on them. But before the guys could come up with a plan a series of screams rang in the air. Everyone that stayed behind ran towards the sound. Anna and a few other girls came running into them.
“What, what happened guys?” Sean asked.
“We were walking back when Lindsay bumped into someone, so we screamed and ran. We thought it was you guys, but i guess not. Can we just go, I'm really scared.” Anna said, trembling.
Luke looked at everyone and said “See I told you it’s the Ax Man he’s here for us.”
Ariel gave him a meaningful look and said “Anna’s right we should leave we don't know who that was and anyways i'm getting hungry, we can stop to eat something. Come on guys, it’s getting dark too.”
Everyone agreed not wanting to stay with the possibility of the Ax Man lurking about. Once they got back to the campfire, they grabbed their stuff and were about to get into their cars when they noticed that the fire was out.
“Who put the fire out? Cause it wasn’t us...” Daniel asked.
“Who cares guys lets just get out of here now!” Lindsay exclaimed.
Ariel grabbed Lukes hand although she hated to admit it she was terrified. They walked ,which then turned into a dead sprint towards their cars. Everyone climbed in and locked the doors, holding on to each other.
It was December 2002 and we had just arrived to New Jersey a few months prior. It was our first “white Christmas”, a drastic change from having spent all of our Christmas’s at a beach house in the middle of summer in Uruguay. We spent it at my cousin’s house and at the time I was 6 years old, a firm believer in Santa Claus. We bundled up and went outside to see if we could catch a glimpse of Santa’s sleigh and be prepared for when he came to bring our gifts. We lived across the street from my cousin so our parent’s took us to check if maybe Santa had left the gifts at our house to avoid being seen. There was nothing there, so we began to make our way back to my cousin’s house. I remember it had began to snow again, my cheeks rosy from the cold air outside. All I could hear was my mom’s constant reminder to keep my hands in my mittens and not touch the snow and although I was so tempted to, I always obeyed. As we made our way across, I was the first one to spot him, it was Santa! At first I was shocked, I did not know how to react. I was overwhelmed with happiness and excitement, I ran to chase after him and since I was the oldest, all the little ones followed after me. My mom and aunt tried stopping me, they held us back, and at the time I did not understand why they would do that. I just wanted to hug him and thank him for all of the presents he had brought us. Once I grew up, I learned that taking us to the other house was a part of our parents’ plan so that my uncle could stay behind, dress up as Santa, and bring the gifts out for us. My uncle managed to make it away before I reached him and he had a pillow stuffed in the suit to make him look fat like Santa so we did not recognize him anyway. He sneaked in through the window; we were too overcome with joy to even realize that he had been missing the entire time we went back to my house. We walked into the house and saw the living room floor over piled with gifts which had just been delivered by who we believed was Santa; it was definitely one of the best experiences that I had as a kid. I told everyone at school about it, although nobody actually believed me, I was convinced that it was all real. It is every child’s wish to actually get to see Santa in real life that is why I’m glad that our parents did that for us and I plan on doing the same with my own children some day.
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