Christmas fills me with excitement
When most kids think about Christmas the presents automatically comes up. When I think of Christmas excitement fills the room. I can see the beautiful gingerbread houses my mother, sisters, and I built, I can smell the pine of the tree, I can feel the warmth of the fire on the hearth, I can hear the harmonious carols playing on my grandmothers records, and I can taste the sweet taste of candy cane and hot apple cider in my mouth.
All of my Christmas memories are about the same; they have the things that I love about the season in them. I love to decorate the house even if it requires me to clean and work. Shopping in crowded stores to get everyone gifts is wonderful. I adore going to pick out and cut down our tree. I greatly enjoy playing and singing Christmas carols at my house and at the rest homes we visit at Christmas time, wrapping gifts secretly, making homemade gingerbread houses with my family and driving around looking at peoples houses and how they have them decorated and brightly lit.
The Lodi Light Parade is one of my favorite things to do. Until three years ago I didn’t even know it existed, then my Guide Dog Group decided to participate in it and now I can’t help but love it. We use my dad’s semi truck and his friends glass trailer. We decorate it, ourselves, and of course our dogs and go through the parade. The excitement and amazement on the children’s faces makes me warm and cozy inside.
Getting dressed up nicely and going to my dad’s family’s house for Christmas Eve is enjoyable. Once there we unload the gifts and give everyone hugs and hellos. Then over dinner we talk and tell stories. After, we relax and then open gifts. We usually end up having wrapping paper wars so then we have to clean it all up. Finally, desert, coffee and cider comes and then we play the famous card game of spoons. Then it is time to give hugs and say good-bye so we can get home for Santa to come.
On Christmas morning we get up and open our gifts all while my dad is videotaping so we have the memories all year long. Then we make breakfast. We take our presents to our rooms and get all dressed up again and we either go to my mom’s family or we get ready for my dad’s family to come to our house depending on the year. When they come; we visit, then eat, and then open even more gifts. When we go to my mom’s family we open gifts, then eat, and then visit and relax.
The day after Christmas used to be my favorite we would wake up early and go to the snow. Where we would spend all day playing, building snowmen, and sledding. We stopped doing this about four years ago because I got asthma and being the cold all day causes me to have trouble breathing so now on the day after Christmas we just do whatever we feel like doing. I hope that we will be able to go to the snow this year because I have learned to take my medicine and better control my asthma all while still having fun.
This is my Christmas story; the story of what I love and how I feel so now there’s proof there really is more to Christmas then the presents.