Christmas Day is full of tradition, unforgettable memories, and most importantly remembering the spectacular birth of Jesus Christ. I, thankfully, have a close family to spend Christmas Day with every year. My family and I follow the same Christmas traditions each year without much deviation. Devouring delicious meals, tearing open presents, going to church and playing games are at the top of our agenda each year.
Anticipation awakened me from my deep slumber and I sprang out of bed eager to build new memories with those I love. Soon after I awoke, my brothers trampled down the stairs behind me, ready to attack our favorite day of the year with love and devotion. My parents’ laughter filled the great room, amused by the good-natured ruckus
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We sat down to sizzling steaks, twice baked potatoes, salad and delicious cheesecake. After much chatter and laughter my brothers and I quickly fled the table to avoid having to do dishes. We went to our rooms and sorted through our new gifts, delighted by what we had been given. My parents quietly talked about the special day we had experienced as they tidied up the kitchen once again. Christmas night always turned into a competitive game night. My dad had started the fireplace and my mom grabbed snacks and poured us some Christmas punch as we plopped unto the leather couch. Each year we unwrapped a new game and puzzle to add to the excitement of game night. This year we tried to beat the sixty minute timer as we escaped from an Egyptian tomb. After much laughter and arguing we found our way out in the nick of time. As the evening wore on we settled into a 500 piece puzzle under the glow of the Christmas tree lights and warmth of the fire. Each of us reflecting in our minds what a special day Christmas is, especially when spent with family and those we love.
An unforgettable Christmas is made each year as we continue traditions and make memories. Christmas can represent different things to many people. To me it is spending quality time with family and reflecting on the birth of Jesus Christ. That warm fuzzy feeling I receive during this season makes me anticipate Christmas with my family each
Laci and Scott Peterson Christmas Eve will ever be the same again. A beautiful family was expecting their first child and the lives of the mother and child were removed permanently from the holiday festivities. Was it his affair that made him do it or was it the future responsibilities of fatherhood? Scott Peterson is a man of mental issues that was sentenced death for a double homicide of his wife and unborn child.
By just experiencing what Christmas is lik in different perspectives, can change how a person sees things. Scrooge was able to see what Christmas was like for himself in the past, for other people in the present, and how he ends up in the future through the Ghosts that teach him to be appreciative. When I was in primary school, we were ordered to bring buckets and walk to a creek, fill it with water and carry it back to school to experience what it was like for those in 3rd world countries. Before this, I didn’t really acknowledge the struggles that people in these living conditions had to
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.
Christmas time is one of the only times every year that my dad’s side of the family gets together to relax, exchange gifts, and eat pistachios. The pistachio nut is a staple element of this Christmas time reunion. Hundreds of pistachios and empty shells cover just about every household surface during Christmas time. They are the food of choice. The Smith family has a strange obsession with pistachios, and through this obsession, I have learned several very significant life lessons.
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
Mom and dad, thank you for all of the things we have done in the past in winter. I have one particular memory. That is when I was very little. Around the age of four. One day, Courtnee, Celenia and I were all playing outside.
In 2008, right after Christmas my family had the special experience to go to the Cotton bowl for the Missouri Tigers football game. The Cotton Bowl is held in Dallas, Texas, back then Jerry's world (Dallas Cowboys stadium) was in the process of being built, so the big Mega scoreboard wasn’t there. My whole family came down to Columbia on Christmas Eve and we sang our Christmas songs together and celebrated Christmas together in my grandparents house. There was a bunch of us in that house, I remember walking down the stairs one morning and all my older cousins were back in the corner of the basement and they were all sleeping together in that space, I would crack up every time I saw that. This time after Christmas instead of all going back
Using specific memories from a family Christmas gathering, Rodriguez
Everyone cheered and clapped as I blew out the candles. An enormous pile of presents of different sizes were place on a rectangular table. One by one, I open the gifts. Clothes, posters, shoes, etc. I thanked everyone and I thought on my mind, it wasn’t necessary to buy gifts for me.
All of us had fun, but we were exhausted. We went back to the rental and played some video games. Soon after my mom shouted, “Come eat dinner!” Then me and my sisters raced down the stairs and went right to the dining room. We ate to our fill and then we went right to
Oh, and the Christmas tree, flashing and flickering with its dazzling lights, The sound of Jingle bells magically ringing. Children laughs and singing Christmas carols. The smell of gingerbread cookies cooling on the counter. The blistering cold of Christmas always accompanies the wonder of spinning snowflakes.
My family had lived in Michigan for a few years now. As usual, my family decided to go to Minnesota for Valentine 's Day week. As we packed and got ready, I remembered all the fun times I had when my family visited friends earlier times. The church potlucks, the ice rinks, the YMCA, all fun activities we used to do with friends and family there. We left early in the morning to get the long eight-hour trip over.
On Christmas morning, my sister always wakes me up. Her anticipation of the day keeps her from snoozing, so she is always the first to rise. We are not allowed to come downstairs until my parents give us the “ok.” They would give us permission to come downstairs as soon as they were prepared with their recording devices and a cup of coffee. After given the clear, my sister and I would run downstairs to the living room to see what gifts Santa had left us.
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.
When I was around four years old, my parents wanted to surprise me with a special gift, which made that Christmas one to remember. I almost forgot that I had more gifts to unwrap because I was focused on discovering what my parents made me. I was not allowed to know what the special present was until Christmas day, no matter how many times I begged them to tell me. When I woke up Christmas morning, I was beaming with excitement, but I was still groggy like a bear waking up from hibernation.