My Christmas Experience

I can remember the Christmas morning of 2009. I ran downstairs to see what Santa had left me under the tree. When I saw the pink Barbie convertible car I started jumping up and down. I wanted to take it outside immediately and ride it. It was one of my favorite and most loved toys that I ever had. I would drive around in my Barbie car everyday around my neighborhood. My cousins and friends would come on play dates and drive my convertible around the neighborhood. My best Christmas gift was when I received my dog Chloe. I met Santa Claus in The Falls for the first

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.

“You’ll see when we get there,” Alfred finished packing a backpack with more electronic devices he called “gameboys”. He said Japan made them and gave a few to him as a birthday present. As my curiosity grew, Alfred excitedly told me about video games and how advanced the graphics of today’s games are. He filled the rest of the bag with wires to charge all of his devices and an extra “DS” for me to help distract me from the plane’s movements. A simple word search or crossword puzzle would’ve been enough to entertain me, but I didn’t stop

Waking up early on Christmas was always a thing my brothers and I did when we were younger. What made those moments so special was all the decorating we did in the week before. Decorating the Christmas tree was always one of my favorites. Seeing the same ornaments year after year never got old for me. I remember stringing out the tangled lights we used for the outside of the house all throughout the yard. I would hand my brothers a string of lights as he stood on the ladder supported by the house. I always enjoyed putting up the little snowman and gingerbread houses throughout my living room. As you get older all the decorating and family time seems to decline, so spending time with family on holidays were always

It was Christmas Eve. My brothers and I sat on the livingroom floor. The Christmas tree lights dimly lit the room. We sat around my mother who was sitting on the couch while my Father was looking for The Night Before Christmas

December 24, did not arrive fast enough for me as a child. Anticipating what Santa would bring me wondering if I had been good enough this year. The letter I had written and mailed to him of my Christmas wishes. Wanting so bad to have Santa's direct call number like my parents did. I had a lot of questions about the north pole and his helping elves. Did they really have pointy ears? We're they small like

Game after game they played, the girls leading him around the arcade. Each one aroused a young and bright memory of his life, and he started thinking animatedly about them to his new friends. This game made him think of the time he rode a motorcycle for the first time, and nearly crashed into a tree. That one made him think about endless nights playing video games with his mates.

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.

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?

I was in California and it was during Christmas vacation. I was really confused on what I wanted for Christmas, so every day I would go online looking for things to buy.

It was right before the Christmas of 2013 when my grandma fell. She slipped on the stairs, fell, and broke her shoulder. We spent that Christmas in the hospital, dressed up in our Sunday best, with the smell of artificial clean everywhere.

Economy is not doing so well. Its become cold and not many crops are growing. Its Christmas. Officially my third Christmas in America. But I don’t celabrate it. See I am not Catholic or Christian I am Polytheistic and the owners don’t like that. Still here I am on Christmas day working. Another reason our kind is hated so much. Europeans believe that only people of their religion were right. As of the today they re-assigned me back the the cotton fields for a short amount of time. Its been a regular day that is until I look down on my arm I see the long scar that the owner whipped me with a few days ago. I traced my fingers around it. And I decided I didn’t want to live like this anymore. Grabing a small bag I put in what ever I could find

Back in fourth grade everyone was playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3. I wanted it and a PS3 to play it on. I begged my mom for it and she said no many times. She said no everytime. I kept asking her if I could get it. Christmas came and I only had one present left. The present seemed fairly big and heavy. I had absolutely no clue what it was. I was opening the gift when I saw the P and the S of PS3. I got so happy and starting ripping through the paper. Finally I got it all open and saw that it was a PS3 with Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3. I was so happy that I was nearly in tears. That was one of my favorite Christmases.

I remember waking up on Christmas day with a huge smile on my face, heart full of joy, and my stomach barking. I can smell all the spices cooking down stairs. As soon as I got out of bed I will rushed down the steps into the kitchen to see what my mom had prepare for us on this special day. We had different variety of food turkey, stuffing, ham, bake beans, mac and

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.