The Warm House Spreads An Aura Of Holiday Cheer Throughout The Crisp, Cool Air

There are several Symbols associated with Christmas, Santa Claus, Snow or cold weather, Wreaths, garland , wrapping paper and a Christmas tree. Society does not look at Halloween costumes or a hot sunny day and think of Christmas, although when I noticed that some retailers have Halloween, thanksgiving and Christmas décor out, it does not seem to mesh well. But retailers are showing society these symbols getting them thinking about what’s coming soon.

The delicious smell of the roasting turkey adds to the mix of wonderful aromas drifting through the house. My grandmother’s kitchen looks like a circus of pots, pans, and utensils spread out all over the place. However, it might look like a mess and cramped you can tell my grandmother and the other girls know what they are doing. It’s hard not to follow the scent of the buttery aroma of the fresh sweet rolls. Even though you know you’re supposed to stay out of the kitchen you keep finding yourself trying to get whatever mouthwatering food you can get your hands on. Every time you think your being sneaky, you finally think you successfully got a piece of food, but there’s always hand there to stop you.

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.

It was a quite a normal fall day out here in Louisiana. The year was 1930, my daughter and I had been out working in the barnyard. “Lauren, work faster the guest will be here soon for Thanksgiving dinner.” I exclaimed to Lauren as she was cleaning the pigsty. Soon we were to have our family and friends come to visit us for Thanksgiving. I don’t necessarily like having guest, since they’re always a lot of cleaning do. Actually, cleaning wasn’t the problem since we lived in a very small house out in the country. The problem was food was very scarce for us, so we worked extremely hard. You see, out here in Louisiana it wasn’t easy to be wealthy so half of the town was what you would call ‘poor’.We can’t provide them with a lot of food,

After a long Thursday of work on the ranch the hard working men packed into the dining hall. Everyone rushed through the lineup to eat first and instantly the sound of growling stomachs and clinking forks and knifes filled the dining room that was silent moments ago. George, Slim, Lennie, Candy and Carlson in their dirty work wear an scuffed boots sat around an old wood dining room table that was aged with scratches and cuts from the many men that had worked at the ranch before the five men that sat around the table today. The men chowed down on roast beef with gravy and garlic mashed potatoes. Lennie was thrilled as he ate his mountain of potatoes. Gravy spilled down the edge of old Candy’s lips. “Jesus Candy do you have any table manners?” Carlson asked with frustration in his deep voice.

The air rang with laughter and the festive sounds of families celebrating the eve of Three Kings Day. The aroma of suckling pigs basted with adobo and scented with garlic and oregano, roasting on spits above ground-level fogóns, tangoed with the music of Celia Cruz, Mercedes Sosa and the Afro-Cuban rhythm of Tito Puente. Shrieking children playing come-find-me competed with the reverberating slapping of dominoes against wooden picnic tables. Adding to the festive air was the spicy aroma of chicken and rice gumbo lightly bubbling inside a large cauldron.

Christmas jingles are merrily bouncing through Achilles walls, and Mariah has reassured us more than a few times that all she wants for Christmas is, indeed, us. The tree’s alight, presents wrapped up snug under its branches, and we’re busier than elves. Santa Claus is coming to town and he’s keen on some Reindeer Milk!

Food is an essential component of many social events: it brings people from a wide variety of society together, it provides nourishment, and in modern and globally interconnected times in can even be used to share different cultures’ ideas of good food in a relaxed setting. Humans require food to survive, but the different ways that food is prepared and served is highly varied among cultures. Even how these cultures utilize food in larger social settings is widely variable. Sometimes it’s just a small gathering of families sharing food, other times it’s specialized food preparers providing food to a large number of people. Here we’ll look at one of the latter events where food plays a part.

The holidays have sprung upon us. There is a chill in the air. In some places, the ground covered with snow. It is a time where stores are filled with candy canes, Christmas trees, and chocolate Santas. When you look at storefronts there may be snowflakes in the windows, or Christmas trees in your local malls. Christmas, it seems so magical to most, it’s the holiday most know. However, there are some who celebrate Hanukkah or Kwanza, or they just belong to a different culture and their holidays are filled with their own traditions. For some, December is not marked by going to a tree filled the parking lot, inhaling that pleasant smell of pine, while searching for the perfect tree. Instead, their December starts with a tradition not as widely

The story begins on Christmas Eve, the house bustling with excitement as Nora returns home having accumulated bags of groceries on the shopping trip her husband approved. The porter enters shortly after with the family Christmas tree. Before putting it on display, Nora reminds her maid to, “hide the Christmas tree carefully, Helen. Be sure the children do not see it till this evening, when it is dressed”(1).

The whole family arrives to a hefty meal consisting of roast beef, corn, rolls, mashed potatoes, and of course Grandma’s homemade frozen cookies. The meal is always followed by a full day of adventures, with all the cousins. Around seven P.M. we all gather back at the house for sandwiches and potato chips. Next, we all play a family soccer game

As I descended the red, white, and blue stairs to the back yard I saw a large grill surrounded with kids with empty plates and an excited look on their faces. As I peered over their shoulders I saw nearly every type of meat a grocery store could provide. Everything from burgers to pork chops were being lathered in barbeque sauce driving all of the surrounding kids mad with delight and anticipation. There were also a few tables set up in the backyard with equally delectable placed there. On one table, it seemed like everything short of the table was deep fried. Catfish, wings, okra, and biscuits lined the table giving it somewhat of a golden glow attracting many of the partygoers, myself included. Directly next to it was a table that resembled

We walk in and the atmosphere fills me with joy; I hear children yelling on roller coasters, the amazing aroma of greasy, fried pork rinds, seeing smiles everywhere, it just sets the mood of having a great day. My family and I are at the famous theme park, Silver Dollar City. We have had a lasting tradition of visiting, every Christmas holiday and enjoying the sights and sounds of this amazing place. Our first stop is the store, Christmas Hollow, where Christmas is everywhere. Bright lights are throughout the whole store, while the smell of cinnamon and peppermint fill the air. I walk very carefully; not wanting to break any of the very fragile glass all around me. Finally, my favorite item, the nutcrackers;

An annual meal such as Thanksgiving, Christmas, or even a Fourth of July barbeque, creates a tradition families cherish, demonstrating the idea that food brings families together. A specific memory of mine goes back to June of 2016. My family and I took a trip to Universal Studios Orlando, a little after The Simpsons and Harry Potter areas opened. Upon entering the park, we were greeted with a shopping strip, full of delicious smells, and glittering lights. As we followed the path before us, the lights began to mix

Flash forward to Christmas Eve afternoon. We have just eaten lunch and are ready to make our gingerbread houses. Mom takes out the box and I help her construct the small houses. Once all five are ready, I send the little kids to bring over the neighbors. We put the gingerbread buildings and muffin tins of candy on the table, and from there, it’s mass chaos. Fighting over the icing bag, crying when the last cinnamon Santa is gone, and making deals to get the good sweets. But through the mess, we are bonding. The two eight-year-olds (Gemma and Peyton) chat away, their voices a few decibels too loud. My brother (Jamison), eleven-year-old sister (Ava), and I all help each other plan what our houses will look like, despite knowing we each will make the same house as last year. Dad takes pictures with the camera used only a few times a year, for birthday parties and the Christmas season. Mom and Magen (our neighbor) laugh about the struggle of buying presents and when they both started shopping (to say August would be underexaggerating), and