It was weeks before Christmas, when all through the house there was a mess that needed to be upped and oust.
And what to mine eyes did appear, here and there boxes were everywhere.
So, Dad in his office working and I, Mom in the laundry room laundering, did nothing with those boxes.
We did stop and stare on our way, to and fro. However, those silly boxes just sat there and mocked us.
Meanwhile, up stairs the windows were bare all but one, which did have a few cling-on decorations hanging there.
Then on the floor for all to see, there were some more decorations of a special kind, they played music of various kinds.
The reindeer who sings, “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer” and Snoopy who plays his signature song. The tree who sings “Rocking Around the Christmas Tree”. The jolly snowman who plays 5 Christmas carols, while he lights up in Christmas colors the shape of bulbs.
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Santa’s hat sat on the rocking chair back, looking quite hardy with its ho, ho, ho and white fur about the cap.
Patty Penguin who stood just the left of the chair, had her ear muffs and hat on with her whistle around her neck and that was that.
Then there was the tree, there it was, right there in the box. It sat there looking lonely like it wanted to be a big tree with lights and tiny hand-made decorations. Maybe an angel or a star on top and to complete the trimmings the tree’s skirt right at the bottom.
Sadly, this year would be without, so there in box, stood the tree and that is where it would be.
Alas! Down the hall hanging on the wall, the stockings we all hung with thumb tacks and care. In hopes, I suppose that Santa would fill them
Unhurried, the mop and broom began to move away from the wall. Suddenly they started to dance, Back and forth, to and fro, and round and round. It is as if they were hearing music from some unknown place. Then, Sly pointed to the old horn hanging on the wall, and it started playing music.
Christmas ‘08. My dad had been laid off and was currently working at Best Buy. I knew that had happened and I knew that we hadn’t gotten any new toys since. Christmas was fast approaching and the only thing my siblings and I wanted was the brand new PS3. For our parents, we knew this was an impossibility. But Santa and the elves?
Then, one day, a complaining voice was heard right under the bottom of the tree.The voice was complaining about the burden that he has to bear that it got to carry the heavy trunk and even all the branches of the tree.The voice also said that he was buried alive in the soil;he’s always in the bottom part that he just can’t see the beautiful nature of above earth.He complained that he just can breathe fresh air or see the how the light the moon was during evening and even how the sun rise and set.He
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On their journey to find Aslan, Peter, Susan, and Lucy run into Father Christmas who tells them spring is approaching and gives each child a gift that will be useful to them on their quest. Father Christmas gave Lucy a dagger and a bottle of potion that will heal any injury. Susan was given bow and arrows, as well as a horn she can blow whenever she’s in danger and help will come her way. Lastly, Peter received a shield and a sword. After giving each child their gift, Father Christmas tells them, “These are tools, not toys, bear them well.”
“Get up,” I said, “It’s Christmas!” I bolted downstairs, but only saw one present next to our vibrant tree. I checked who’s initial was on it, but nothing was written on it. I asked Mom and Dad
What if I was to tell you that the jolly, friendly, and innocent wonderworker that is Santa Claus that we all know and love, didn't always make the ‘nice list?’ Siefker bridges the gap between truth and fiction by embedding the notion that Santa Claus has taken on some strange identities over the past hundreds of years- each varying in name, personality, and drapery. In a daunting and unruly thesis, Siefker unfolds the evolution of Santa Claus and exploited his time as Robin Goodfellow; who is sometimes referred to as Puck, the Pagan fairy of mischief (Wright). However irrational this truth may seem, it is noted that Santa Claus is derived from an accumulation of tales, the earliest of which begin in year 260 AD with the birth of Saint Nicholas
dancing and merriment covered the stage and set the path for the many surprises and fantastic
Geno found the tree stuffed in the back corner of the garage, wrapped in cling wrap with the ornaments and lights still attached. Geno let out a little laugh and shook his head.
Christmas would be arriving shortly and I’m still not ready to board my sleigh and give presents. Even though the holidays have arrived, I, Santa, am stuck here in the ice, cold North Pole, not planning to leave anytime soon. My reindeer have been getting sick. All of them look like Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer now that they have colds. Frosty the Snowman constantly begs me to hold a secret santa at my place. Every time he asks, I look at him incredulously and tell him, “There will be no secret santa because I am Santa! Haven’t you heard the Christmas carol ‘Santa Clause is Coming to Town’? I see you when you’re sleeping. I know when you’re awake. I know who will get who if we play that game!” Mrs. Clause has been pestering me about bringing mistletoe into the house. She says I’m not romantic enough or any of that sappy junk I hate. Can you blame me? 364 days each year are spent looking over my reindeer, coaching the new elves, and fixing toys. On December 25th, I have to board my old wooden sleigh and have my bratty reindeer lead me all over the world. I just want some peace and quiet for one day in my life.
TUCKER TATE aka “Mr. Christmas” is putting Santa and Santa’s toys out of business. EMMA (9) is disappointed when Santa doesn’t show up. She’s mad at her mother MAGGIE (38) for moving in with Tucker.
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What no one knows, besides the person who put the box there in the first place, is that the box actually contains another box. A box too dangerous for any being to get ahold of. A box no one can know about. The box that gives life to any object, or person for that matter. A box that has power leaking out of it, even leaking out of the other box, causing the tree to grow. This box will give the holder more power than any man should have, so the box will sit there inside the other cardboard box. Untouched, unopened, and
branches to build himself a house. He visited the tree to get more from the
Gradually, as the years passed, hanging the ornaments became less and less of an ordeal. One year, no one remembered to make the cider. The next year, there was no cider and no music. Finally, she was the only one left. She knew that if she didn’t step up to the plate, they might not have had a tree at all, let alone one