Christmas Eve Lasagna In our house lasagna is a dish made for special occasions, my mom is the only one that makes it. Every year, before my grandfather passed away, my mom would make lasagna for my brother, father, grandfather, and I. When I was in elementary school my grandfather and grandmother got divorced, they couldn’t even be in the same room together. Therefore, in order to be able to spend time with both of them during the holidays we would need to have two of each holiday. Christmas Eve is when we would have Christmas with my grandfather. Lasagna isn’t just my favorite meal because it tastes good, it is the memories of my grandfather’s strength and fight that are associated with it that makes the meal special. People often said that wherever my grandfather went he always made new friends or enemies. This explains his personality perfectly, he always made an everlasting impression, not afraid to voice his opinions. When I was around him he was always telling stories about his days of playing minor league baseball under the Philadelphia Phillies and Minnesota Twins organizations or his days of being a K9 trooper for the New Hampshire State Police. He was someone that I admired and loved being around. Some of the best memories are the ones where we are sitting around the table on Christmas Eve eating our lasagna and munching on some garlic bread. Everything changed when he became sick, but he was a fighter. My grandfather wasn’t going to let the lung cancer take
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Christmas, the pinnacle of every holiday and the one day in the year where families gather around, exchange gifts, and honor the birth God's son. This would be the meaning of Christmas for most families but... my family's another story. You see, my cousins make a trip from Texas to North Dakota to visit us for Christmas every year. I know what you're
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
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A Christmas Carol In a Christmas Carol, Dickens uses some of his past childhood experiences to show us that Christmas is very important and many messages come across in this book. It is split up into five ‘staves.’ The reason that they are staves instead of chapters as staves are used in music and it is called a Christmas ‘carol.’
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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
Christmas day is celebrated of the birth of Jesus Christ. Which Christians believe is the son of god. It took place after sunset and before sunrise the next day. So people had it at midnight. So they got the name Christmas from the mass of Christ. So it shortening to Christmas.
Christmas. Its that time of the year where we celebrate the birth of Christ but for some reason, we give each other gifts. Maybe it’s in hopes our good deeds will be a good thing and Jesus is smiling at all of us, pleased at our holiday spirit. So to stay in that spirit without causing struggle for people, there is only one thing that I ask for this year, food.
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.
After a few minutes we are announced that the dinner is served. Everyone takes a seat at the large oak table, waiting anxious for the delicious dishes to be brought. But, what I think that everyone is really waiting for is the delightful desert. No one can picture the Christmas table without the delicious Christmas Chocolate Cake, which is brought by my grandma herself. Everything is so magical that you don't even dare to breathe.
Christmas stopped coming. Not literally, but the feeling of Christmas did. I sometimes could still feel the days leading up to something, but at seventeen, when Christmas Day rolled around, I did not spring out of bed and race Kasey down the stairs. Instead, when she came into my room to shake me awake at an ungodly hour, I pushed her off and mumbled to wake our parents so I could sleep another hour or two.
As the year draws to an end, the holiday spirit is in the air (quite
Christmas break had just started and a chilly gust of air blew right through me as I walked up to my front door, still in shock from the night’s trauma.