Christmas Eve - Original Writing

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.

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

Merry Christmas! Christmas is a special time of the year. People all around the world enjoy the Christmas season. Some traditions are specific in their country. Australia and the United States share some traditions, however, other things are completely different.

Fourteen days, four hours, and exactly forty-one minutes till Santa will be traveling around the world making everyone’s next morning full of joy. As I am aware, this is an exciting time year for elves. Many create the toys that will be unwrapped while others have the great pleasure of baking cookies, taking care of Santa’s reindeer, and of course the hardest job of all, working to read different letters from various of children around the world. Figuring that you are currently reading my letter, I know that you probably have piles of letter embroidered with name of the place all kids think about: to the north pole. Inside most of these letters, I know from writing a few myself, that many kids are asking the either one of two questions: “I’m I on the naughty list” or in other letters there are variations of “May I pretty please with a cherry on top get ____ for christmas”. However, today I am not writing about these main topics, I am writing you this to you in hopes that I can be enlightened of the magic of passion and creativity that you are so lucky to be surrounded by everyday. Moreover, you may be pondering this and wonder why I would be asking for a request such as this. I have just finished a semester of a passions within a creativity class and was hoping to share with you what I learned and hope to hear what your perspective may be. So, my current intention throughout the rest of this letter to show you something new

Christmas like Thanksgiving believe it or not, do happen to share many traits. One major factor that the two own is the warmth and love of bringing family and close friends together. It’s the few times a year that everyone has a reason to all gather around to

With the wreaths and Yule logs that come standard with this holiday comes a caring from deep in the hearts of people unbeknownst to them at any other time of the year. At the sight of the Christmas decor and the flames roaring at the hearth, a warmth envelops the heart, one with which no flame, however hot, could compete. We see in our gift-wrap and our greeting cards and our holiday stockings an entirely new persona occupying this world we live in, reprieving us from the daily heartaches we all know as familiar.

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

The Next day, we went down stairs to see our gifts. But when we sew the tree their wor few gifts that santa had left. Then, from the dining room we heard “HO HO HO” as santa walked in to give us the rest of our gifts.

When most people think of December they tend to think about Christmas. It is supposed to be a time of everyone coming together, being joyful, and

There is no best part of the holiday season. The holidays are a pile of overused Christmas songs mixed will divorced parents spoiling their children to make their kids like them over their ex. The large and ‘great’ holiday meals will fatten people up like its thanksgiving. The human race is crumbling under the stars of My 600 Pound life. Also, people get presents from multiple people pretending to be their friends, and the one family member they actually like. Then one will see all the children around the world awaiting some fat old man to creep into their house and steal their food. Next, one will see the bratty children running around with their new toys and screaming at the top of their lungs. One may see the author as a Grinch, but they

Christmas can have many meaning to different people depending on how they interpret it. However, if looking at the Christian aspect of it. The

Before digging into tangled up balls of lights, I raked and mowed her lawn. I decorated her front porch with a wreath, garland, and white lights. For her yard, I put blue lights on the tree and bushes, and set out her snowmen and reindeer. After finishing the yard, I went inside and helped decorate her Christmas tree with blue lights, ornaments, topped off with an angel.

Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year. I love seeing the shinny Christmas lights that decorates my street and the sound of fresh fallen snow on the ground. Christmas reminds me of family, the laughter and loved we shared, and the gifts we gave to each other. My house on Christmas became the center of my joy.

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.

Twas the night before Christmas, pale and yellow moonlight illuminated a house deep in the woods. Tall pine trees surrounded the house, like giants pointing at the inky black sky. Flurries of snowflakes swirled in a hurry around the house. The house stood alone and abandoned, adorned with Christmas lights, but not the ones you would see on any ordinary house. Some lights were fading, once bright and colorful but now a former shell of what they once been. Others burned out in a spark while the ones left were shattered. The front door was decorated with a rug that could be mistaken as an animal. The tree inside the house was not in the most pristine condition, either. The tree slumped in a dark corner. The top of the tree stretched out like bony fingers grasping at the air. The shiny, glinting ornaments that once fashioned the tree were now shattered. The wallpaper plastered to the wall was now peeling off, like it was rotting. The paint on anything on the house was now faded and chipping away. Stale air filled with dust occupied the house. The house was indeed creepy and not in the most pristine condition. Even more mysterious, the house would only ever appear on the night of Christmas Eve. Despite this, many local teenagers and explorers were drawn to the house. Anyone who was brave enough or dumb enough would enter and see the house in its deteriorated state. One Christmas Eve night many years ago, an explorer had stumbled across the house. He had been in the snow for what