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The aftermath of Christmas day still littered the dining room floor. A sea of red, green and Disney princess wrapping paper. The stockings were still hung along the stair case, they didn’t fit on the fireplace. Each one hung empty, though the excitements of the previous day still lingered. I sluggishly picked myself out of my bed and walked toward my little sisters room. I could hear their small voices calling for me to help them out of their cribs. I lifted each twin out and onto the wooden floor. As their small feet hit the floor they dashed for the stairs out of pure anticipation for the exciting day ahead. I held their small hands as they climbed down the stairs precariously. First up today was to take all our Christmas gifts up to our bedrooms to save our mum from going ballistic about already broken toys.
We had a military operation on our hands, as my dad likes to say. We had to get all six kids plus pregnant mum into the car and to our booked table at the family reunion in Alsager. Without any unexpected trips to the emergency room. We packed up our things successfully and got the living room back to an acceptable standard. Each child now had to get ready, the house turned to mayhem really fast. I helped my sisters into their dresses and put their hair into braids and curls. My mum dressed my baby brother, and before we knew it we were putting on our North Face fleece jackets and were climbing into our Mercedes van. My parents refused
The topic of this essay made me start to brainstorm about all the books I have read throughout middle school and high school and which books have impacted me. I wanted to pick a piece that actually had a meaning in my life and not just a book that I was forced to read. Out of all the pieces that I have read I wanted to pick one that affected my life in some way. With that said, I decided to write about A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. I first read A Christmas Carol when I was younger but when I really got into the book was in 7th grade. A Christmas Carol was published on December 19, 1843 by Chapman and Hall in London. A Christmas Carol showed me that the choices I make affect me the others around me in more ways than what is happening in that moment, it can affect everyone in the past, present, and the future. It has impacted my life in this way, by how I write and how it makes me think of the past, present, and future while I am writing an essay.
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.
Christmas Carol How does Charles Dickens convey the character of scrooge in the early pages of a Christmas Carol? Charles Dickens, is best known for his host of distinctively cruel, repugnant characters. His father was sent to a Debtors prison taken his son Charles with him
When I was about four years old my dad was still working in the military. Then one late afternoon my dad calls a family meeting in the dining room then BOOM he tells us that he got a new job offer and that we’re moving virginia. I didn't really know what that meant cause I was 4 but my sister was devastated Because she had tons of friends at school and at home and she liked it. So we packed our bags and set out to virginia.
Each ghost marks an important step in Scrooge’s journey towards being a better person. Explain
are poor enough.” And he said he lives in his word of fools. We can
Sometimes a non-fiction book can have relative applications and stories in it, but a fiction book can achieve the same purpose with adding some exaggeration to further support the meaning of the story. The Christmas Carol, written by Charles Dickens, is a fiction story, but it contains a lot of meaning to the outlook on life. The battle between the flesh and the soul adds emphasis on the morals of the human being. Developing the story is an important aspect as well, whether the development is in the conflict, within the characters or the resolution. Inside the conflict, the conflict can either be internal or external. External being the fight between two men, and internal being the conflict within yourself. The Conflict in The Christmas Carol
A Christmas Carol was written by Charles Dickens in 1843. Life for the lower class during this time was extremely hard because of enormous amounts of illnesses, young children worked and no education. A Christmas Carol was set in mid 19th century, during this time people had a really bad time; most of the people was unemployed and the people who were employed were paid deficiently, others were seasonal or casual, which meant they were when work was available so most of the families lived in poverty which means that they didn’t have access to nice food and clothes and children were also used for the family income so the children had to work in work houses. In contrast the rich people had access to doctors, plenty of food and didn’t have to
Whenever you think of Christmas Carols, what song pops into your head? Personally, for me, it has always been “The Twelve Days of Christmas”. I always think of this carol because it is one of the first ones I was ever taught. When I was younger I figured the song meant exactly what it said. I thought that it had no religious meaning behind it, but to my surprise, there is a special meaning behind this Christmas Carol.
Our family was moving from our old house in the county into a new house in the city. We had to do this, because my mom had just given birth to my younger
“ Spirit, hear me. I am not he man I was. I will not be the man I have been for so many years. Why show me all of this if I am past all hope? Assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me. Let the boy live! I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The spirits of all three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.” (Scrooge, p.140). A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens is an important story as it has a meaningful theme of change, as the quotes states above. But that isn’t the only theme that this beautiful story shows us. Many different spirits encounter him to help him realize why Christmas is important (I’m pretty sure that is the meaning of the spirits). When the first spirit of the past encounters him, he realizes what he has done, and regrets some of the things he did. The second spirit helped Ebenezer Scrooge recognize how what he has been doing has had an impact in other peoples life. When the frightening third spirit came and showed him his future and others futures, he discovers about himself and how people didn’t care that he died. When we read A Christmas Carol, we learn that it can have many different themes that can be a very important component to the story and even our lives.
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.
I think Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays. Maybe because of the special atmosphere that you can feel everywhere, in shops, restaurants , pubs and even streets, where you can hear the magical carols, or maybe it's because of its religious background, but what I can tell you for sure is that I can't think of anything more exciting than the image of the entire family preparing the Christmas Tree or fixing the Christmas dishes.
My grandma’s living room, particularly at Christmas time, is one of my favorite places to be. Ever since I was young, I can remember going to my grandma’s house on Christmas Eve and having the time of my life. Every aspect of Christmas Eve at my grandma’s house gives me so much warmth and joy to think about. All the traditions, memories, and laughs that are exchanged on that one night, in that one room, every year, will always remain priceless to me.
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