Celebrating Christmas Eve has been a family tradition for as long as I can remember. My immediate family would usually attend Mass and drive to the house of my great-grandmother, affectionately named Grandmama, to gather with my extended family, where homemade tamales were eaten and gifts were placed under the Christmas tree. However, Christmas Eve of 2015 was spent in the hospital with my dying Grandmama.
“You got into Kinkaid.” In reaction, I roared in cheerful wails and screams. After this call, my life was going to take a 360-degree spin within three days.
When we went to Lubbock to go visit are the family, we has to stay at my grandmas house and it was cold in their house because they didn't have their heater on we told them to put it on but they never listen to us. So we all just wrapped ourselves in blankets. We celebrated Christmas with my dad's side of the family for the day. We eat ham and other sides that they made with it and we opened gifts, all I got was some clothes.The next day we celebrated with my mom's side of the family. We ate tacos,beans, and chips and after that we opened presents and we played bingo.Then the next day we went back home, back it was time to go back.
Dear family for Illinois,remember when it was snowing that a fell in the snow and came out cold and wet and the sleds that we would go to MC Henry in Woodstock and grama would make us hot cocoa it was the best day of my life.well it started in December when we spended all the time sleeping there well all my family can to come over and say hi and had a nice time . well you think that all no no no when Christmas can everybody came to celebrate and was so cool but the best gift was the family that was there was like you will never get cold because you know they will always be on your back.
It was the first time ever that my sisters and I were spending thanksgiving at my grandparent’s house, and their excitement was unparalleled. Fortunately, I’m incredibly close with all my grandparents, however coming from divorced parents, I’ve had to choose throughout the years whom I spend my holidays with. This year was different. A good different.
I haven't seen my family in quite a long time, and I miss them. I would be able to bond more with them. Hanging out with my family always makes me happy, especially for Christmas. I would be able to get to see my aunt and uncles, my cousins, and my grandparents. We could cook breakfast together, hang decorations, and open presents. It would be fun and a great time.
Christmas arrived during my first week home after my discharge from the army. I had been stateside six months, and when I woke up, I felt like I lost my marbles. I mean I wondered if I was an addict, an alcoholic, or insane.
The burning in my legs from walking the steep, rocky mountain began to feel unbearable, but I didn’t let Jason see the pain I was in. He flashed his head back a few times during the hike, watching me keep up with his long strides. We were silent for most of the way, except for the huge breathe I let escape as I sank beside a rock, stretching out my legs.
what I once dreamed I now dread, if he finds me, it won’t ever end…
The holidays are supposed to be about spending time with family and friends, yet, in several years past I have found the task of trying to arrange get togethers with certain people virtually impossible. In the end, all that will truly matter will be the memories and the experiences we have shared with
The trip is quick and quiet; the weather feels wonderful and the air is crisp and clean. Veilstone is almost exactly how Dawn remembers it years ago—the neon lights of the game corner are harsh and bright, even in the daytime; the gym stands strong in the corner of the City; the department store is bright and colorful. However, one thing that has changed since the girl’s last visit was Team Galactic’s headquarters, which had recently been converted into a Pokémon stadium. The girl wonders if she and the other champions would be having official meetings and battles there.
Since my family lived so close together, we had many family traditions that remain important. We gather for nearly every holiday for a meal and routine. For Easter every year, we have an Easter egg hunt and dinner at my grandmother’s house. For Christmas Eve, we always went to my great-grandparents house and had dinner and exchanged gifts. For Christmas, we celebrated at home, and then went to my grandmother's for breakfast with our cousins. The importance of all of the holidays we celebrated was that no matter what was going on in our lives,
As a child, my family would celebrate every holiday with grandeur, especially Christmas. We have specific traditions and rituals that we carry out during the season, but the most important of our traditions is what we do on Christmas morning. Our rituals and traditions reflect our values as well as my own of family, unity, and tradition. The morning of the holiday my mother has always woken my brother and I, and then brought us to our dad so we could all walk down to the family room. As we gather in the family room around our tree and presents, my mom serves us each a piece of her Christmas casserole, saved for this special morning. Following our video-taped walk down to our presents, my brother, mother, father, and I open one gift from each other and the first thing in our stocking. After this ritual, my brother and I would go downstairs to our in-law suite where our grandmother lived, to wake up our Mimi and pull her upstairs so that we could finish opening presents and have hot chocolate with our entire family. One Christmas morning
As the family grew older, every one separated and as my cousins and I got older and had our own children the holidays at grandmothers house have faded away. No one even goes to grandmothers house for Thanksgiving or Christmas, and there are no more Easter Sunday egg