¨Okay kids, it is bedtime! Go up in your beds!” I shout to my son and daughter, Xavier and Melody.
¨But Dad it is Christmas Eve, we cannot go to sleep until you tell us a story!” both bellow.
¨Oh alright, if you guys insist.” I mumble. Both the little ones screech in excitement and run upstairs. I fondly remember the adrenaline my body gave me the night on Christmas Eve; not being able to sleep and cautiously waiting at night to hear Santa and his magical reindeer find a spot to land on top of my house. This struck an idea in my head to tell my kids about my Christmas days when I was a child. I ran up the stairs thrilled to bring back old memories and entered their room.
¨So what is the story Dad!” chuckles my kids.
¨Well I 'm
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At this point, I was starving for presents. I could almost smell them, I knew Santa Claus would get everything I wanted on my Christmas list. Our parents would finally get up and they would rush down stairs, not with us of course, and tell us if Santa came or not. When they tell us the news, which is always good, they get out the Camera and video camera. They line us up on our staircase and take prolific amount of pictures. It is here where my body is just tingling to get down stairs to see my …show more content…
When my torturous parents say yes, all hell breaks loose. I get up quicker than a fly, and run as fast as an antelope getting chased by a lion down those stairs. I feel like I am in a movie, trying to find the quickest route to my destination. I cut turns fast, slide through the dining room, and at last the Holy Grail; my living room. My eyes are astonished, my heart is pounding. I go over to my ¨spot” for where Santa places my presents and desperately unleash my claws for opening my presents. Every Christmas Santa didn 't disappoint; I would have hours of fun with my new presents. After the Christmas special of opening presents, I would usually calm down. I would walk into the kitchen and find myself these Danish Crumb Cakes my grandparents always got for the whole family for the Holidays. Boy oh boy would those crumb cakes would quench my taste buds. After eating those scrumptious cakes, I would usually wander for batteries for my new toys. This was by far my least favorite part of Christmas; putting those needy presents together. However, my dad and mom would always help me out and get those presents together in lickity split. It was time to play for hours on end and brag to my friends how my Christmas was simply the best. Finally, the hardest part of Christmas; ending the fun and going to sleep. I walk upstairs depressed about ending the fun, but knowing that I can sleep soundly after a long day at
Once upon a time, a Grinch had stolen christmas from the town of Whoville. The Grinch stole christmas to make the town suffer, but the Grinch found out maybe he misinterpreted Christmas. The Grinch thought Christmas just meant giving presents to each other and singing songs, so he decided to steal the presents and throw them into the abyss. At dawn the Grinch expects to hear the cries to Whoville, but The Grinch hear singing(Seuss). The Grinch figures out maybe Christmas does not mean just giving presents and feasting, maybe Christmas means spending time with family.
Christmas is times for poorer and richer enjoy together except for one man that being ignore and mean to other people and his family. He’s name Scrooge. He is such a mean person that always cares about money than any other things. On Christmas day his friend Jacob came to visit him as a ghost and told scrooge that there will 3 more ghosts came to visit him. First, the past ghost brought him to his past time that full of joy.
Why would a kid's parents let them miss the magic of christmas? This could mess them up for life because not only are they different just with Rex being their parent but they are different for not believing in Santa. Walls continues to tell stories of her father and to go along with Christmas Jeannette, her mom, and siblings all planned the perfect one but Rex ruined it. Shortly after Rex had burnt down the christmas tree Jeannette covered”the Christmas that was supposed to be our best Christmas we’d ever had. When Dad went crazy, We all had our own ways of shutting down and closing off, and that was what we did that night”(115).
First, the ghost of Christmas Past visits him. They go to see his past. They went to see his young self. He was a lonely boy, neglected by his friends.
Their parents did everything in their power to give their kids the most fun adventurous lives possible. The parents strongly believed that money could not buy happiness whatsoever. So one year for christmas the family was very low on money and could not afford christmas presents. Instead of Rex going out and buying one he got creative, so that his kids would still have a wonderful christmas. With his good creative he got his kids kind and thoughtful gifts.
“Uncle Scrooge,” it was Tiny Tim, “I found your wallet but why must you look so sad?” Scrooge explained how he had gotten everyone a gift except for Tiny Tim and how he forgot to pick up the dollhouse which was the gift for Tiny Tim and just how awful he felt. As if this didn’t mean anything everyone started to giggle. So when Bob Cratchit and Fred began to talk they reminded Scrooge that Christmas was not about the gifts but spending your holiday with your loved ones and gave Scrooge a reassuring pat on the back. Before the night came to a close Tiny Tim nor any of the guests took their gift instead they all went out to the village and gave the boxes of chocolate to the poor without family with the kind words
Scrooge feels immense pain when watching his juvenile self push his loved ones out of his life; he miserably wishes for a chance to redo his actions. He sees himself laugh and dance and recalls the emotion of happiness. Ebenezer appears to be filled with joy at Fezziwig's Christmas party. Furthermore, he views himself dancing with Belle and wishes for a chance to return to the party. Scrooge yearns for an opportunity to experience feelings of love and belonging rather than
Scrooge is then shown how happy that woman was and what he missed. Past disappears and Scrooge goes back to bed. The clock strikes two and the Ghost of Christmas Present appears. He shows him a busy market place. then, they go to the Cratchits’ house.
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.
Winter of 2008, Black History Month, and my third grade music teacher, announces, “Stand up if you would have been a victim of segregation,” following with, “Now, everyone look around.” February. The month of Rosa Parks, “I Had A Dream,” marches, and sit-ins. The month I had begun to despise greater each year. The month where I would be chosen to lead many readings and join classroom discussions, as if my being ‘black’ would provide some clarity that would enhance the learning experience for my fellow peers.
She had no stories at the dinner table because she was just a housewife. Her routine is the same everyday. Mother finally gave them a good story for the kids to hear. The kids, deliciously eating what they thought was chicken,
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
Using specific memories from a family Christmas gathering, Rodriguez
Every once in awhile a horrible situation occurs expecting the worst to happen when in reality something good comes out of it, such as the events in the Walls family in the Glass Castle by author Jeannette Walls. An event that would of turned terrible but went another direction was when Rex and Rose couldn’t buy christmas gifts for the kids (pg.39). During that period the Walls were pretty poor and couldn’t afford to get each other gifts during the holiday’s. The result of this could 've ended in sadness and disappointment, but to spare that Rose and Rex told the kids the truth where Santa wasn’t real. Telling the kids that Santa wasn’t real made them feel apart of a secret other kids didn’t know, which made them feel special.
Our gifts where never wrapped and we each had our own pile. Santa always left my gifts on the right and my sister’s gifts on the left. This past Christmas was the first year that my sister no longer believed in Santa Clause. The magic of Saint Nick was gone. Even though I knew who the gifts where coming from for several years, pretending for my sister kept the magic alive for a little while longer.