Australian Christmas: A Holiday Short Story

It is curious that as children, humans have the ability to observe and remember details of specific situations and instances yet lack the ability to describe them. Truman Capote, as a grown man, took advantage of his vivid memories and composed the short work, "A Christmas Memory." The story begins in late November, a month symbolic of all the years gone by that Capote could remember beginning preparations for Christmas fruitcakes.

Waking up early on Christmas was always a thing my brothers and I did when we were younger. What made those moments so special was all the decorating we did in the week before. Decorating the Christmas tree was always one of my favorites. Seeing the same ornaments year after year never got old for me. I remember stringing out the tangled lights we used for the outside of the house all throughout the yard. I would hand my brothers a string of lights as he stood on the ladder supported by the house. I always enjoyed putting up the little snowman and gingerbread houses throughout my living room. As you get older all the decorating and family time seems to decline, so spending time with family on holidays were always

I get to put on my big jacket and my gloves, rushing to the school to launch poorly formed snowballs at my friends. Winter is all about Christmas though. I couldn't escape it, everything around me felt magical. My school always held activities involving Christmas somehow. Wether it be a lesson on the history of Christmas or just connect the dots that unsurprisingly managed to form a reindeer or jolly old saint Nicholas himself - it didn't matter. I was ecstatic for Christmas. When the day came, presents packed around the tree coated in fake snow, I ripped into each present with anticipation and excitement plastered over my face. A brand new update on the toys i owned. Then Christmas dinner at my grans soon after: the classic turkey and gravy shoved into my face, as my family told jokes and wore hats they got from the Christmas crackers. It was too big to fit my small head, but it was Christmas, there was no such thing as

Decorating was a family affair, each ornament hung with care. Wreaths, bells, and tinsel filled the shelves while toys were being built by Santa’s elves. Holiday sales at every store dolls, toys, and games galore! People strolled through the walk of lights while extended family planned their flights. Hot cocoa sipping and warm coats, sniffly noses and sore throats.

Every year I celebrate Christmas with both my mom and my dad's side of the family. This year I got a new pair of Nike tennis shoes. My aunt always prepares this wild game of scavenger hunt. There are two teams the one that I was on lost. Christmas is always full of laughing

She was starting to acknowledge how far down in her memory she'd covered her teenage years. Each and every birthday new years Christmas and even her first date was spent in her great tall tale books.Piled high on her old book rack was every affection story disaster and experience fable you could think. From Cinderella and Prince Charming to The Princess and the frog , Mel was a tall tale herself.When she was 6, she accepted she could fly simply like Peter Pan , so she bounced off the cooler and broke her arm, Ms Abby was upset to the point that day. Her face covered in these books with nothing better to do than acknowledge cite and reqoute each line she knew like the back of her hand. She even put on plays with her encourage kin for Ms Abby,

It was a cold Christmas morning, my mom and dad told us to come downstairs. So my brother, sister and I rushed down the stairs to open our presents. There were so many colorful packages. We got so many things like coats, games, shoes and clothes. We was so happy that we started playing with our things soon as we got them.

It was December fifteenth and the air was getting even more crisp and colder. I just knew this Christmas was going to be the best! I was becoming more and more excited for the twenty- fifth to come around. Everything was perfect; the season, weather, even mama’s cooking was on point this year. I felt nothing could ruin this Christmas.

“Tomorrow is Christmas” I say quietly to myself. I turn over and fall fast asleep. I slowly sit up with my face all groggly and body all achey. I sprang out of my bed, almost pulling all the sheets off and run down the creaky hallway to the living room. I stop at the end of the hallway dead in my tracks. I inhale the smell of hot cocoa being made and my favorite scent during Christmas. The earthy pine ornament filled tree. “ Merry Christmas Spence” says my parents. I yell Merry Christmas back. I grab my hot chocolate off the wooden dining table and go sit right in front of the roaring fire. My parents finally come over and sit down. “Stocking Time” says my dad. I call over my two dogs, Daisy and Duma. Daisy trots over with her little paws while Duma comes running in like a mad men. They tear open their stocking, grabbing their toys out two by two. Next, it was time to open our presents! I open my present and my parents open theirs. I lean back on a pillow stuffed with hot cocoa and filled with joy. We say what we are thankful for on the wonderful windy Christmas morning. My mom says her wonderful family, my dad says a roof over his head and his amazing wife and daugher, and I say

The beginning of the short story, “A Christmas Memory,” starts the reader is introduced to a woman standing in the kitchen at the window. She is described as a small and lively. The author does not mention the name of the woman. The woman’s shoulders are hunched and this is due to a youtfull illness; this introduces the first theme of sadness. Buddy is the name of the character that is telling the story. He got his name from a boy who was previously one of his best friends that died in 1880 as a child. The setting is taken place in an old house in the country during the winter season. The family has several christmas traditions that take place

Every year, since when I was a little girl I remember that around Christmas time my family and I would celebrate a Cooney Christmas. The Cooney Christmas is celebrating Christmas with my dad's side of the family. We would always go to my grandpa Cooney’s house to have supper and exchange gifts together. It was decided between the family that once you turned 18 years old you weren’t able to receive gifts anymore. Of course this rule excluded my grandpa and Betty from receiving gifts. Recently, a couple years back it became too hard for grandpa and Betty to prepare the all of the food and prepare for the whole family. Therefore, instead we rotate between my dad and his two sisters houses each year hosting the party. The party has still been the

I remember waking up on Christmas day with a huge smile on my face, heart full of joy, and my stomach barking. I can smell all the spices cooking down stairs. As soon as I got out of bed I will rushed down the steps into the kitchen to see what my mom had prepare for us on this special day. We had different variety of food turkey, stuffing, ham, bake beans, mac and

We each take a huge breath as we step out into the crispy snow that snaps under our boots. I make my way to the front door, illuminated by the red, green, and blue Christmas lights. As I open the door and step into a house full of cheek pinches and hugs, an array of Christmas smells welcomes me and makes my mouth water. As my family and I are quickly made comfortable, I look around... All the house is full of Christmas decorations, and the carols are heard all over the house. My cousins are running, playing , and laughing.

After we all exchanged gifts with the rest of the family, we ate dinner in the grand dining room and retold old Christmas memories. The night couldn’t get any better than this. After dinner us grandkids helped clean up and played with all our new toys. Soon my aunt and uncle and my two young cousins left along with my grandpa, family friends, and my other aunt, uncle and cousin. My two cousins Colleen and Meghan planned to stay the night. My mom, Amma, and the four of

“Everyone ready? Get in the car.” My mom said, on Christmas eve near 1:00 pm. My sister and I gallop into the car with our Christmas dresses and furry boots. We all get into the old gray Toyota, turn on the heaters, and all click our seatbelts. “Everyone exited” my dad say’s bubbly said to us. “Of course we are!” my sister and I giggled. We drive through the the snowy flurries of December, to get to my yayas house for a Christmas and birthday celebration. My sister and I have always called our grandma Yaya since we were born. We pulled into the driveway of her teal house with a delicate layer of snow on the roof. There were already four other cars there, my cousins(Mitch, Zach, and Tassia), my aunt Coco and John's car, and my Yayas boyfriend Bob. We all opened our doors, and grabbed the gifts, food, and coats. We all stroll up the sidewalk and ring the doorbell. The bell chimed and my Yaya came ad unlocked the door. With her thick German accent she said, “Meine Schnuckelchen!, Mitch, Zach, you cousins are here!” Soon enough my cousins come down stairs, “ Hey Grace, and Sarah how are you?” they ask us with their adult voices. We exchange hugs and kisses, and finally make it past the front door to get to the kitchen. “ Hi Coco!” I chirped to her. “ Hi sweety, how are you doing?”. I always respond with great, i mean who's not great on Christmas eve! After we say our hellos to everyone, my sister and I get our special glasses and pour our sparkling cider into them listening