A Day At Christmas Eve : A Christmas Day

Imagine a staged production of A Christmas Carol set in 1843. See the stage set in the exact time it was written by Charles Dickens. The foggy, crowded streets abuzz with carolers and shoppers, the children staring wide eyed into the shops and bakeries. Hear the bells ringing as a round of “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” fills the gaslit streets with joy. As a child, going to see A Christmas Carol was one of my fondest Christmas memories. To witness Scrooge 's’ transformation from a mean, greedy old man to a joyous, loving benefactor always left me smiling and filled me with hope.

In this paper I will discuss Social Theories such as Structural Functionalism, Conflict theory; with emphasis on Karl Marx’s early work and how it relates to the conflict theory and Symbolic interaction. I intend to define and discuss relevant sociological terms of these theories and how these theories could apply to my favorite holiday which is Christmas.

Some of these may be very scary and some may only be mildly scary. It

Each ghost marks an important step in Scrooge’s journey towards being a better person. Explain

“Red and green holiday tinsel still lined the doors and a string of colored light framed the mirror the mirror behind the bar. The waitress moved from table to empty table, sashaying her hips as she straightened the ketchup bottles. She had a high bouffant the color of washed-out lace, exactly like the angel hair that swirled beneath the artificial tree with gold ornaments that was balanced on a table at the end of the room. She was decorated too. Over her beige turtleneck she wore a black felt bolero with MERRY and CHRISTMAS written in green glitter on either side, and around her neck hung a pendant made from a Bic lighter in a gold lamé case. It swung like a charm between her low breasts” (Dorris 213).

Aquinas: Friendships consists between beings of certain equality. Before the Incarnation, God was on a level much higher than man was; therefore, there was a great inequality. By nature, there is a common friendship between man and man. The Incarnation made the friendship between God and man become much

From the time period 1558-1829 Roman Catholics were prohibited from practicing their faith in public. “The Twelve Days of Christmas” is important to the Roman Catholics because it has a hidden religious meaning behind it. Saying this, it does not only have a hidden meaning but it also portrays a surface meaning as well. The surface meaning goes along with what the actual words in the song say. On the other hand, the religious meaning hides a code word for a religious reality.

When the sky was bright and the cold mississippi wind blew, I trudged out of the shack in the snow and went up to the back door, thinking I should go say Merry Christmas or Good Morin’. I got to the door and it opened up very slow like it was some kind of sloth not wanting’ to move. When I got to the Logan’s, Cassie, Christopher John and Little Man ran up to me.

In 1949, December 24, the day before Christmas, Hattie E. Brown, an African American, was born. Being born and growing up in Covington, Georgia, Newton county, where her mother, father and nine of her siblings also lived she was the fourth out of ten. Despite the year she was born in and the census of her family, Hattie became a mother and grandmother, living though the events that happened.

On December 10th, I went to see A Christmas Story at Great Theatre. This show is about Ralphie Parker a nine-year-old boy who wanted a Red Ryder Carbine Action Gun. His mother among others warned him that he’d shoot his eye out. He tried to behave well in hopes he will receive the BB gun, however, matters go awry, he takes part in a fight, utters some unfavorable choice words, and his friend’s tongue gets stuck to a metal pole. Ralphie thinks he will never receive his desired present but on Christmas day his dad pointed out one more present that contained the Red Ryder BB gun. In the meantime Ralphie father has won major award a lamp of a woman’s leg that he proudly shows off in their front living room window

Tina and the villagers celebrate the Christmas Festival. Tina places the star on the tree. She has learned that it is important to have faith in one’s self.

I leap out of my uncle 's beat-up car, officially bored out of my mind from Christmas mass. My breath creates a hazy cloud in the dark sky. The dim luminaries along the sidewalk guide me to the door, and I am greeted by my mother who kisses me on top of my forhead and greets my uncle. It 's a family tradition to dress as famous Christmas characters; there 's something very bizarre about seeing your cousins dressed as Dancer, Prancer, Comet, Cupid, and of course, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. After 13 long Christmases, I have thankfully gotten myself out of having to dress up as a holiday enthusiast. It 's not that I 'm anti-holiday or anything; I just don 't see the point in going overboard with “holiday spirit.”

Plunging into the old , radiator-heated, turn-of-the-century house, I first noticed the smell. It was a mixture of herbs, homemade soup simmering on the stove, old dusty furniture, and moth balls in drawers of outgrown clothes. The sunlight beamed in on the kitchen table, which bore a bowl of perfectly ripened grapes and peaches. Against the far wall, a white sink, now slightly yellowed with age, reposed sedately between a new, white refrigerator whirring steadily in its corner, and an equally gleaming washing machine. On the left wall and above the stove, hung my aunt’s collection of potholders, lovingly made and presented to her by well-meaning nieces. Opposite the stove was an open mahogany door, varnished so that it was like glass

12pm Christmas day, I reached the Dallas airport. Tears cascaded down my face as I try to muffle the melancholy from my voice to say goodbye to my mother. "Goodbye mom, I love you!" as the last word slips through my mouth there was only silence with no reply. Finally, after a few minutes passed, she got the intrepidity to speak. ”goodbye” she said as she turned and left towards the door, without a look back she was gone. "Goodbye" was the final word I heard before boarding the airplane. I glanced back at my mother, since I didn 't know if I would ever see her again, but as I looked all I saw was a cold expression. It was a visage of a formerly jubilant woman and mother of two; she was an apparition of happiness

Last Christmas up at the North Pole, five before Christmas, everyone was busy trying to get ready. Charlie was getting all of the elves in line finishing up the decorations and rehearsing. He was the head the elf’s assistant. He was talking to Ginger when Peppermint busted in the workshop with three reindeer. “The toys are missing and the sleigh is broken!” exclaimed Peppermint. Charlie went with the elves and talked to Santa. “What if use one of the iPhones to find the toys?” asked Ginger. “Thats a great idea,” shouted Santa, “you can take a few reindeer with you and go see if you can borrow a car from a neighbors to the South!” So they all packed their bags and started walking. They thought about riding the reindeer but remembered they couldn't until 2 days before Christmas. They decided on walking to Canada following the wrapping paper trail. A few hours later they finally made it to a small town. The village had a small cafe with Wifi so they stopped there. Find my iPhone said the toys were at the South Pole! The awful horrendous elves lived there. Now they had to find something to get them to Antarctica.