New York Christmas Tree Descriptive Writing

Christmas is an international holiday that is beloved by many. I, however, see Christmas for what it really is. It isn’t some festive love fest that celebrates the birth of Jesus; Christmas is an allusion. Christmas has pulled the wool over the eyes of many by presenting the temptation of gifts, therefore making them oblivious to the true meaning behind the holiday. Christmas has betrayed its lineage, it has lost sight of its purpose, and it is denouncing the powerful meanings and messages for future generations to come. This holiday has been around for centuries and over the years it has become a façade and has found a way to hide what it truly stands for.

The theme of this song is to enjoy Christmas fun in a old fashioned way (1960’s) Rock and Roll.This song was written by Johnny Mark and it was recorded by Brenda Lee.This song used three poetic devices such as repetition, Imagery, and Rhyming. In the three paragraph there are gonna be evidence about the song that are in the poetic devices on each paragraph. The evidence is gonna explain you what is the about what did the author felt this way about writing this song.

The “Holy Night Nativity Scene” relates directly to the verse “And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn” (Luke 2:7). It is symbolic of Jesus’ birth and represents that although his birth was simple, he was surrounded by love. This artwork links to the narrative dimensions of Ninian Smart’s seven dimensions of

They would see a young girl in a red Christmas dress excited to see what was in her stocking. Not that the fact that her parents had lied to her about a fictional character: to excite her, to persuade her to be good all year, and carry on a tradition. To me, this picture has more meaning than showing the spirit of Christmas. For me now, this picture reminds me of the times when I was easily persuaded to believe in lies, was not aware of the cruel world where people take advantage of children’s innocents, there was no dream too big or too small, and finally where everyone was my friend, there was not jr high drama or who is dating who. Looking at this picture allows the viewer to see a glimpse into my life, but what they see and what I see are different. I see my innocents, and they see a smiling, happy, little girl in a red dress, opening her stocking. The times where I still believed in Mr. Santa Claus was an easier time. I was unaware of what was to come in the next

A warm cocoon of thick afghan blankets is shed exposing my skin to the frigid air. The darkness has painted a black coat of paint over my eyes rendering them useless. Guided by the walls, I descend down my staircase; it creaks beneath my exposed feet. A sliver of light reaches my pupils, awakening them, and leads me closer to the source of illumination, red and green bulbs twinkling on our Christmas tree. My sister, wearing purple sweatpants with a copious amount of holes, is awake and sitting on the lazy boy recliner. My parents, lethargic and coffee in hand, sit down next to my sister. Like an eagle mercycily attacks its prey and wrapping paper is red with snowmen. The Christmas tree is shining brightly. I rip the package open quickly,

With the wreaths and Yule logs that come standard with this holiday comes a caring from deep in the hearts of people unbeknownst to them at any other time of the year. At the sight of the Christmas decor and the flames roaring at the hearth, a warmth envelops the heart, one with which no flame, however hot, could compete. We see in our gift-wrap and our greeting cards and our holiday stockings an entirely new persona occupying this world we live in, reprieving us from the daily heartaches we all know as familiar.

In A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens I choose a passage that is necessary in order to understand the theme of this novel. This passage was a description of the main character and how he was and how people saw him. In the novel, A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens uses figurative language and symbolism to help the reader understand the main character’s transformation throughout the novel.

In Ibsen’s play A Doll’s House, the Christmas tree parallels with Nora’s development, her mental state, and position in the household. The tree can be recognized as an object placed in a house to please the eyes and adds beauty to a home. Torvald objectifies Nora, seeing her as a plaything carrying no purpose other than to look at and be pretty. As the play continues and Nora develops into a mature character and becomes aware of her repression, the Christmas Tree begins to visibly deteriorate and wither. The Christmas tree emphasizes Nora’s rebirth and realization of her own dissatisfaction with life and must act against Torvald. The disintegration of the tree also parallels the disintegration of the decorations (pretty dresses) Nora uses

Holidays are fundamental parts of diverse cultures and by observing them through the lens of an outsider; we are able to see how a culture can have different perceptions. Nonetheless, we can observe Christmas from the perspective of someone that isn’t part of the American culture. When I think about someone’s perspective on this holiday, I can imagine the following: For Christmas, families meticulously decorate their houses and bushes with wires. These wires are only turned on at nighttime. When they are turned on, the house becomes very illuminated, and every house on the block competes to see whose house looks the brightest. Americans become interested with the presence of their houses; they decorate their houses so others can admire them.

The enchanted forest pulsed in, it’s ancient heartbeat, the deep, haunting song sweeping through the swaying leaves. The woody incense of thousands of leaves and branches matting the forest floor filled the air and dominated our nostrils. Soon, the branches will bend to the will of the whispering wind, allowing the sun to fill every nook and cranny with its the lustrous, golden light, illuminating the full grandeur of a forest that is steeped in plushness and opulence. But for now, the sprawling limbs of centuries-old trees still guarded the darkness, blotting out most of the gentle rays of dawn’s light.

During the 1800s, Charles Dickens was one of the most acclaimed writers of his time. He did not just write books but he was a journalist, and play write. Many of his experiences and people in his life influenced his books. Because of this he was known as not just a writer but a writer for “the people”. He wrote about the workhouse, poverty, disabilities, social class, and so much more that effected his era.

It was halloween on an icy October day. As soon as I stepped out door 5 I felt a rush of ice cold wind blow over my face, ears, nose and torso. As I forgot a thick sweatshirt, I was only equipped with a paper thin ¼ zip sweatshirt. Roaming up and down the brook I was overwhelmed by water seamlessly flowing through the underpass, autumn leaves rustling in the air, wet and dry patches of earth. I felt the icy air flow in through my nose as I took a breath and observed the water vapor come from my breath. I am frozen. Tightly, I held my my paper as if it was my iPhone over a 10 story bridge and explore the real outdoors.

What would you say if you had to explain Christmas to someone who knew nothing about it? You might begin with the shepherds in the fields by night or Santa at the North Pole or even the druidic appeal of a winter festival that comes just when the sun seems most meager. Redemption and rejoicing, feasting and singing, humility and awe — these would all be parts of your answer, as would the perennial cast of characters who people this turning time of year. The personal explanations would come easiest: the rituals of Christmas Eve, the smell of fresh balsam, the stillness of a world cloaked in snow. You would probably have something to say about the importance of family and the force of a holiday whose strongest emotions center upon children, and

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.