Descriptive Essay About Christmas Gift

It was an early Christmas morning, I could smell the sugar cookie smell making its way through my house. I could only think of one person that could make this happen, my Abuelita. “Grandma” I shout from my room as she was in the kitchen. I wanted cookies so bad before opening our presents. But we wait for my dad to come from his house before opening presents.

Half my friends laughing, the other half following quickly behind to see what’s going on. In between hanging up the phone with my mom and making it to the bathroom with no one behind me anymore, I realized, wow I’m a spoiled brat who got handed everything and reality came and bit my butt hard. I didn’t really need that sweater. Or the necklace I had bought earlier or even those to die for shoes I was drooling over. With this new sense of maturity, I went and returned all those things I didn’t need. When I got home I walk right into my mom’s room handed her the $250 I had just got back, from all the things I “needed” so badly, and told her,” You know mom, what you said was kind of mean but thanks.” She refused to accept my mom so when she wasn’t looking I put it in her purse later that

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.

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However, as I went back to look at it (which I did about 7 times that night) I started to notice that a lot of people were looking at it and my hopes of winning it started to go down because I was only going to bid up to 40 dollars on it. Then the bidding commenced and at first only one person bid on it for a dollar. Then I and one other person were going back and forth and I ended up getting it for 15 dollars. I was completely shocked when the auctioneer ended the bidding and said I had won. Then reality started to sink in because I felt as though I was going to get seriously yelled at when I got home for buying a radio. So on the car ride home with my grandma, she told me that I should call my parents and let them know what I had purchased. I was terrified at the thought of calling them because I had never done anything that they explicitly told me not to do. The whole time I was debating about calling them my hands were starting to shake and I was getting nervous but I decided it would be the right thing to do. I ended up calling my parents and they weren’t mad at all which took a heavy burden off of my

I was so happy about my grade that I wanted to rush home and tell my mom about everything that happened today. After school was dismissed I got on my bus and was waiting to get home. And when my mom asked me how my day was I just exploded into a talking frenzy about my day. After all that she said, “What a day you had!” “Yup, I said I can't wait

Ah Christmas that magical time of year when people seem to forget about the blistering cold and start warming eachothers hearts with kindness and giving. However when I was in the 2nd grade there was only one thing on my mind that year. The Barbie Dream House. Yes i know how cliche of little seven year old me to want a barbie dreamhouse but I did. I wanted it more than anything, I was convinced that as long as I got it my life would be complete. When christmas finally rolled around and I tore the paper off the thing I wanted most I thought that there would be no more troubles and i’d be happy forever However after a little while the novelty wore off. All my friends had already come over to play with it, I lost some of the pieces, and what was left seemed to break. I didn’t like it anymore and ended up just playing with what I had before. At that young impressionable age I learned a very important lesson, material items couldn’t bring me long term happiness.

When we awoke on Christmas morning to our elves sitting on a PS3 shaped box, we only thanked Santa and his magic. Years later, discovering that my dad had hidden away a single PS3 at work, setting aside money we had saved to purchase something we definitely didn’t need, brings me a new appreciation for everything I’ve ever received from “Santa”. Instead of degrading my relationship with my parents, the discovery of the truth brought me closer to both.

When the days progressed, I started seeing people with lavish shoes and clothes. I really wasn’t a big shoe person but something about shoes I saw caught my attention. My mom would ask here and there what I would like for Christmas, but I would answer with a shrug of my shoulders. My brother would give me suggestions on gifts but I would eventually turn them down.

I creeped up to my parents bedroom door and pressed my ear against it. Taken back, I felt apprehensive, I didn’t know what to do or what to expect next. I ran to my big brothers room, leaping into his arms. My brother, Josh, began asking me what was wrong. Shaking and feeling distraught I began to explain what I had heard. I realized that the new barbie coming out was no long as important as how my life was about to change; my parents were going their separate ways. I was just six years old when my mother told me the words that no parents ever wants to say to their children. I witnessed my parents relationship devolve into constant tension. Each argument between them was agonizing, and a constant deafening silence filled my mind as my parents

Some children received ostentatious things and for lack of a better expression, “grew up too fast”. I, however, had inexpensive toys that I learned to cherish like anything else. Being an only child of a single parent, this is what I had to settle for and I had no issue with it. There were several toys to which I had, though I didn’t play with many of them. There are three specific childhood possessions I had that were very special to me.

I met a kid in my grade, Kenny, he lived one house over from me. We became friends and hung out all the time. We’d ride the school bus home after school and then play in my backyard, usually football or knocking the black walnuts out of the trees and pegging each other with them. Normal boy stuff. He was at my house all the time, after school, overnights, first thing in the morning on Saturdays. For my 13th birthday, my uncle gave me a green iPod, it was an awesome present and in my favorite color; I had been begging my parents for one. A few months later, my iPod went missing. My mother and I tore apart my bedroom, at first we were sure I had lost it in my mess of a room. I was so upset, it was one of my favorite things in the world, filled with music and games that gave me a little escape from my parents and crazy brother. Pretty soon, I realized we were probably not going to find it. It wasn’t there, and I never took it out of the house. A few days later, I found out from a different buddy in our neighborhood that Kenny stole the iPod from my house, from my closet! I was so mad, but really I felt totally let down by Kenny. And of course, he had started avoiding me. I just couldn’t trust him again, he was obviously ashamed; so we started going our separate ways. That next summer Kenny disappeared from our neighborhood and I haven’t seen or heard of him

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.

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