Yuletide Euphoria
Merciless gusts of cold wind blow from the swinging church doors as I grab my dress coat and search for my sisters. An energy of excited anticipation forms as churchgoers pile up and wedge through the main exit. It is the most important night of the year for my family and I am ecstatic for our other Christmas Eve plans. I spot my family and we slip out the side door and begin to tread up the ice-covered hill toward our grandparent’s house. On our slippery trek, I manage to capture a moment of peace, I pull my eyes from my snow coated heels and let them settle on a perfect Yuletide scene. Delicate snowflakes float about the crisp evening air. Sparkles dance around me as the flakes are illuminated by the strings of multicolored lights that outline my grandparent’s cozy home. I become numb to the discomfort of the wintry atmosphere and melt existing in this divine moment. We approach the front step and begin to smell the mouth-watering fixings of Christmas dinner that we would soon devour and hear the joyous conversation of relatives inside.
As I kick off my frosty pumps, a rush of warmth leads me to my father’s childhood bedroom to change into my Christmas pajamas. I hang up my outfit from Church and scurry into the living room. While my father and grandmother put the finishing touches on our holiday feast, I soak in my surroundings. Seeing the ornaments twinkle on the tree and hearing the toasty crackle of the fireplace beside it intensifies the glowing
This critique focuses on the writers psyche and his creative processes of Dr. Seuss himself. Although it may seem that the poem is simply about a grumpy old individual who does not appreciate the holiday of giving, the author tries to illustrate that there is more to the meaning of Christmas than just materialistic items. In the end the Grinch learns this lesson and his superego - his conscious that balances devilish
The narrator of, “Those Winter Sundays” by Robert Hayden, had a complicated relationship, containing silent sacrifices and silent appreciation. First, their complicated relationship is seen by the father’s silent sacrifices he makes for his son. One sacrifice is seen when the father wakes up early on the weekend to ensure the house is warm when his son rises to dress. The sensory imagery included in this poem makes the fathers sacrifice dire, as the outdoors are described as “blueback cold” (Hayden 2). The father makes a silent sacrifice for his son.
They say the winter is a metaphor for solitude; however, my winter was everything but solitary. I longed for Christmas Carols and holiday cheer, instead I got the sound of doors slamming and children fighting. I expected normal; my mom, my dad, and my brother. Instead I received my mom, my dad, my brother, aunt, and three cousins in a sardine packed house.
It was a cold winter's evening and the night was as dark as coal. The town was very bizarre tonight. Infact more than usual. The town was tiny but it was very easy for people to assimilate in it. It was three days before Christmas and people were thrilled about that final day to come. Everybody ran around like maniacs trying to do last minute shopping.
Snowflakes danced in the biting breeze, almost obscuring the near-solid wall of people shuffling past. From what their silent, mostly hidden observer could see, their noses and cheeks were red from cold, but they were smiling. Probably in anticipation of some gift or cheerful reception when they returned to their warm apartments. Figures.
The narrator forcing his way through the “frost” and to the “light” that was not only always lit on her “porch” but the warmth the girl was symbolizing as well. Soon they were both “Breathing
The speaker of “Those Winter Sunday” described the hard labor of his father in which no one appreciate, but he is still able to take care of his family. The speaker used imagery, alliteration, and word choice to recalls the unconditional love his father shows him when he was a child.
Santa Claus is seen sitting next to two young girls, one is praying, while the other has a fascinated gaze emanating among her face. They are all present inside of a Cabin with the floor and walls made out of a similar gradient wood texture. Components of the background consent of a Christmas tree, wreath, stuffed animal, lamp, dog, and presents. The author’s contact information is accessible for the audience without a need for an outside source.
Gravel crunched beneath the tires of my father’s ’95 Chevy Silverado, the same way it had every time we drove up the steep, tortuous path to my grandmother’s home on Christmas Eve. There she was waving excitedly, dressed in her floral nightgown and fuzzy slippers as the snow floated downward around her. She corralled us inside away from the cold. Like I was as light as the snowflakes just beyond the door, she lifted me up into her arms. I laid my head against her chest as she guided my father and me into the living room adorned with wreaths and candles. I closed my eyes and inhaled the aroma of peppermint and freshly baked cookies as my grandmother held me tight. Lights from the glistening tree illuminated the room in red and green.
When a heavy snowstorm sweeps across the North Pole, everyone starts to worry. Will Christmas be canceled, or will Rayne Emily Deer’s dream finally come
I woke up on Christmas morning to the sweet smell of coffee coming from down the hall. I jump up with excitement put my red fluffy slippers on and make my way to the kitchen telling myself that today is going to be an unforgettable day.
The novel “Blizzard” by George Stone takes place during the winter season. Stone illustrated winter saying “An inch of fresh snow decorated the dead grass.” However, he went on by his day to go shopping for Christmas trees. Stone started to have flashbacks, to the good times with his family during this time of the year. Stone Family would all go together to choose a Christmas tree which was never hard to do, because everyone was satisfied with any tree they seen. He starts to feel a little sadden. Stone is out shopping for trees alone, and he knows that any tree that he chooses will not be the perfect match for his wife. He decided to get the Christmas tree anyway. As Stone walked to his car three guys he know nothing of kidnapped him.
As I comfortably laid in my warm delightful bed. I felt such peace, such serenity as I inspected my bedroom, my sanctuary. The christmas lights dangled from the ceiling which made the light bounce off from my purple walls and illuminate my entire room. They reminded me of stars. It was
The scene has two snowmen at the entrance to the covered bridge. It fills your heart with warmth and holiday spirit just to look at it.
On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.