The Real Meaning of Christmas
Today is New Year’s Eve, but I am going to tell you a little story about my home. It all started Christmas Eve day which was the first Christmas in our new house! I remember walking down the stairs and seeing all of the lights and decorations. There were lights gleaming all around, red and green galore. Christmas time is my favourite time of the year because I get to spend so much time with my family and friends.
I heard chopping noises coming from the kitchen where my mom had been making dinner. I had and still have to this day a passion for cooking, so I joined her. This is a time I treasure because my mom works lots and I get limited time with her. I helped my mom for about an hour and then I went upstairs with my cousins and we watched a few Christmas movies like the Grinch and Elf. By the time we finished all of the movies, it was already 3:30! dinner was ready to eat. The air smelt of many different aromas. Dinner was delicious, we had perogies, sausage, and gravy. After dinner, we went to the living room and put all of the presents under the tree and put out cookies and milk for Santa. Then we went to bed.
My brother had woke me up. My cousins, brother and I ran downstairs in a rush and all of the adults had happened to already be awake. Everyone grabbed a gift. All you could hear was the ripping of wrapping paper being torn and you could see ribbon flying everywhere. I got many gifts and I was so grateful for them, but once everyone was done opening the gifts it was a humongous mess! When I was done opening my presents I sat with my mom and thanked her for everything. As I was sitting there that morning I told everyone in the room .“Even though this house is new I am proud to say that this is home”.