My Experience : A Christmas Day Of My Life

“Why is he not here yet? He should be here by now.” Sparsit said, worried. “You actually worry about him? The way he treats you? Treats us?” Cook said. “Well… I don't know. I mean, maybe if I act worried, he may feel it in the air, and give me Christmas off. All I want for Christmas, is to be off, solely to help people in need,” Sparsit said, yawning. “I’m going to check if he has arrived.” Walking to the door, Sparsit hears a noise, so he peaks out. Without hesitation, Sparsit opened the door to let Mr. Scrooge in. Startled, Scrooge said “Sparsit?” “Yes, sir?” Sparsit replied as if it was uncontrollable. “Hurry, hurry. The door… close it.” Scrooge said, causing Sparsit to think. “Did you knock, sir?” As he said that, Sparsit knew he had messed

The thought alone is terrifying, but you are you more powerful than you know. Give yourself permission to live from a place of desire instead of fear. Continuing to say no to what you’re scared of will make you backslide or stagnate. If you do manage to inch forward with fear-based motivation, you’ll still be holding yourself back. You need the freedom to celebrate yourself, your failures, your victories, the boring & difficult & amazing parts. It’s all part of the journey.

make my way to the frost coated back door, illuminated by the green and red

Christmas is a magical time of year celebrated by most people on December 25th. It’s a religious and cultural holiday that commemorates the birth of Jesus Christ. Although the actual holiday is just one day of the year, I celebrate the holiday for several weeks leading up to the actual date with decorations, gift exchanges, social events, and family gatherings. These events establish traditions and memories that I one-day hope to share with my family.

I was having a perfect Christmas Eve, I had just hung up my stockings making every single thing straight so when Santa slipped down the chimney it would be perfect. While I was organizing Santa's cookies and milk I started to wonder, was Santa really real? Of course he was real because every year on Christmas Eve he would leave me presents under the tree. I had also seen pictures of him everywhere down town when I was helping my mama Christmas shop. He was also on all kinds of decorations and goodies.

Christians celebrate Christmas as the birth of Christ; the rejoicing in the birth of our savior, and His influence on our lives today. It can also be a time of healing and renewed strength. While looking back and celebrating the birth of Christ, it should also be a time of looking ahead in preparation when He will come again. Many people lose sight of this perspective and get entwined in the worldly trappings of the holidays. They forget there is a spiritual meaning that does not require boxes and bows, but rather service and love. In our family, this is significant to our religious beliefs and what my parents hold sacred. The true meaning of Christmas is unconditional love for and service to others.

Though it was usually cold in Scrooge’s house, the people and joy spread warmth everyone, hugging them like a blanket. It was Christmas Eve, the year after the ghosts had visited Scrooge, and he had to admit this was the best Christmas by far, next to the one he spent at Mr. Fezziwig’s. During all this festiveness, Scrooge started pondering about his past Christmases, and how they had been so very dull and lifeless. He had been so obsessed with not wasting money that he didn’t even have a fire going to save the money on the coal.

All I remember on a cold Christmas Eve night was the sound of frantic yells and shattering glass. It all started with a small festive gathering at my best friend’s house. As the smell of freshly baked cookies lingered in the air, I received a call from my worried mother asking me to come home. However, I was not a licensed driver making the situation harder. After making several phone calls to find a ride home, my best friend’s boyfriend offered to take me home in his brand new 2014 Dodge Challenger.

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.

Back when my great grandma was alive, my family started a tradition. This tradition was making popcorn balls and sugar cookies every year for christmas. Now this tradition has been going on for many years, up until a few years ago.

It is Christmas Eve, 2011. Everything has been leading up to this. I had slumped through several excruciating advent masses where I spent my time tracing scratches on the church’s pews. Just days before the tree was decorated by all of my family, as per usual. Decorating late is never a surprise; it’s basically a tradition. On Christmas Eve, my built up energy from a past year of waiting for one day to finally arrive starts to overflow.

On Sunday December 24, it’s Christmas Eve. So we did our daily routine and we got ready for Christmas Eve party. The party started around 6:00. We had apple cider, chips, Indian snacks/food, and other good stuff. After the party, we played a game. We played playing cards. We played Uno. It was really fun.

Scrooge was so excited see his grandkids again. He hasn't seen them in 2 years because they moved away ,but he is getting to see them because it's their birthday and what better place to celebrate then at his brand new mansion! He recently had a christmas bonus which for him is the equivalent of about $50,000,000,000,000,000 so like any logical duck he bought a mansion. This new mansion is has a sq footage of 1,000,000,000,000 has 100 bedrooms 200 bathrooms and so many other rooms that it would take a list 50 yards long to say them all. Even with all of this money though he wouldn't pay for transportation. He barely managed to convince himself to throw a party. They still hoped to have a good time though. 2 hours into the party though something terrible happened. “I can't find Huey Duey and Luey!” said uncle cluck. “What do you mean said Scrooge?” “What do you mean what do i mean? I can't find them!” “Did you check the 15 pools?” “Yes.” “Did you check the 17 arcades?” “Yes.” “What about the attic?” “i’ve searched this entire house top to bottom” Just as he finished his sentence Scrooge’s 300” flat screen tv dropped down from the ceiling and started playing a video. On the video Scrooge’s twin brother Puck McScrooge started talking. “I’VE TAKEN YOUR GRANDCHILDREN SCROOGE! AND I DON'T PLAN ON GIVING THEN BACK… UNLESS YOU WOULD TRADE YOUR MANSION FOR THEM! I'LL GIVE YOU 3 DAYS TO MAKE YOUR DECISION OR YOU WILL NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN! I'LL BE IN TOUCH!” Puck and Scrooge were

Twas the night before Christmas, pale and yellow moonlight illuminated a house deep in the woods. Tall pine trees surrounded the house, like giants pointing at the inky black sky. Flurries of snowflakes swirled in a hurry around the house. The house stood alone and abandoned, adorned with Christmas lights, but not the ones you would see on any ordinary house. Some lights were fading, once bright and colorful but now a former shell of what they once been. Others burned out in a spark while the ones left were shattered. The front door was decorated with a rug that could be mistaken as an animal. The tree inside the house was not in the most pristine condition, either. The tree slumped in a dark corner. The top of the tree stretched out like bony fingers grasping at the air. The shiny, glinting ornaments that once fashioned the tree were now shattered. The wallpaper plastered to the wall was now peeling off, like it was rotting. The paint on anything on the house was now faded and chipping away. Stale air filled with dust occupied the house. The house was indeed creepy and not in the most pristine condition. Even more mysterious, the house would only ever appear on the night of Christmas Eve. Despite this, many local teenagers and explorers were drawn to the house. Anyone who was brave enough or dumb enough would enter and see the house in its deteriorated state. One Christmas Eve night many years ago, an explorer had stumbled across the house. He had been in the snow for what

Have you ever spent hours and hours making and decorating cookies only two days before Christmas? I have because every year on Christmas Eve my mom’s whole side of the family comes to our house for a party. I get to see some cousins that I barely ever get see. We spend the whole day from sunrise to sunset together. Seeing them is amazing because sometimes you don’t realize how much you miss someone until you finally see them again.