One of the many ways to bring a distant family together is just that, veritably bringing them together all in one location. My mother’s side of the family is the family that does the most leviathan family reunions. These family reunions have consisted of going to one another’s houses and making candy, going to one another’s houses and just hanging out, and the biggest of all, renting out a school for a saturday afternoon to make candy with their kitchen. This “holiday” that is celebrated around the family 's christmas time is commonly known as Candy Day. Another, sort of dumbed down version of Candy Day, is where we go to our aunt and uncle’s house and we just hang out and play in their yard. Their yard is no grassy field and their house is no mansion, but something about getting together with people who you are related to, whether you know them or not, makes the house seem a very welcome paradise. These two days, which are the cornerstone of fun-to-be-had in the family market, make up the most treasurable moments with my extended family. The first and possibly most notable day is Candy Day. Candy Day, a time of connection and joy, can be one of the most fun days of the lead up to christmas. The most specific case of this excitement is when we rented out a school for a warm Saturday afternoon, in December of all times, and made as much candy as we could physically muster. At the time I was around 5 or 6 so the playground outside was the highlight of the experience.
Holidays celebrate an area’s culture and/or the day(s) it commemorates with various festivities and traditions. In Theodore Geisel’s How The Grinch Stole Christmas, the light-hearted denizens of Who-Ville are preparing to celebrate Christmas. For the Whos, it is a time of fun and merryness, in which they sing and play with one another. This is a time of camaraderie and fellowship between everyone in the town. Apart from this is the antagonist, the Grinch, who dreads the holiday along with the singing, feasting, and other festive activities that the holiday inspires.
We were jumping in excitement wanting to run and see my little brother down the hall. Our family was there all day, visitors coming in and out like a
Growing up in a big family, traditions were what kept our family together. As a child, every first weekend in December was spent at my grandma’s house. It was our traditional craft/tree decorating weekend. All 15 of us grandkids would arrive at grandma’s house filled with excitement and joy. It was at time that we all got to spend catching up with each other and playing.
When I was younger, I remember my mom and my aunties would always start to make tamales and hot chocolate 2 days before Christmas Eve. The making of the tamales would take up to 2 days because they have to make enough for everyone. My mom would wake up early to start making them, and like around noon my aunties would come over to help. When we would put up the tree for Christmas, my mom would make hot chocolate with marshmallows and I would get warm under my soft blanket. I would watch movies all day and stay in pajamas.
Every Christmas Eve my family reunites with a platter of food, all the children wear the pajamas and we all bake Christmas cookies and watch a Christmas, usually animated since the toddlers are watching. An hour before midnight, we organize the journey that Maria and Jose experienced
My immediate and extended family members are pressured by society to throw holiday parties. The problem with my family is that we all hold grudges against one another. “We live in a culture that fetishes the family… the perfect container for our lust and loves” (Ehrenreich 2). Our culture make it a need to have the picture perfect family. In the case of my family, we oppress our emotions for two nights of the year and then ignore each other for 363 days.
This is what we do. I am going to talk about all of them. And explain what they mean to us in my culture. The food of my culture is really important to us because it is what Mexican like and it relates us who we are. In Christmas Day we have to be with the family and play games.
In the African American culture, families maintain a strong bond though many function like family reunions. My family are take pride in create family gathers especially for holiday, special event and even for funerals. When I was a child, my immediate family would always celebrate every holiday with our cousins. They would choose someone house to host
Whenever Scrooge went to Fred’s it reminded me of Christmas Eve at my aunt’s because everyone was playing games and i joined in and wanted to stay
The neighborhood I lived in had two different sides to it. One half was filled with old, dirty, ran down houses that looked abandoned, and the other half looked fresh, brand-new and clean. The newer houses all had similar structures and paint patterns on them. It was exploring this new part of the neighborhood where I discovered that there were other kids in my neighborhood besides me and my next door neighbor. At first discovering and meeting all these new people was exciting, some of the neighborhood kids even attended my school.
"You seen what they done to my dog tonight? They says he wasn 't no good to himself nor nobody else. When they can me here I wisht somebody 'd shoot me..." - ( Steinbeck, 60. ) Candy, and his dog.
Using specific memories from a family Christmas gathering, Rodriguez
During this day, it is full of fun because there are televised and parades in all over the country and many parts of the world. For example, in the streets of New York, there is parade and I make fun of it by taking pictures with my love ones. Also, during this day there are crowd shopping of people seeking for new clothes to begin the year with. Examples of shops that get crowded during this day to get new products for the year beginning are Ross, Target, JC Penney, Macys, and Old Navy. There is food and gift sharing to kids.
The winter season was upon us. Snow fell, christmas decorations were up, and our spirits were high. My brother, Milan, and I loved the holiday season. Spending time with our family, opening gifts, playing in the snow; it was all like a dream come true. Every year we made our own wish lists, decorating them in green and red stickers.
I had turned six and my dad had promised me that he would get me this pretty pink glittery bike with training wheels I begged for. And teach me to ride it. I had never attempted to ride a bike before so I was extremely nervous. My dad wanted to make sure I was prepared. On the day of my birthday, I was given safety gear first.