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into lovely clothes and dance around the hallway. She kissed the tip of nose and said that if I were a thing in this world, she would call me a fir tree. She said the fir tree wanted to grow so tall that it forgot to savor its time beneath the earth. She took me in her arms and gently kissed my temple saying that my growth might be inevitable, but the way I lived it I could control. Sulking one cold evening, I did not play with my cousins under the newly-lit Christmas tree. My presents were messy on the floor. Father came and sweetly me. He carried me and told me about one evening when St. Nicholas wrote a naughty and nice list of all the children. He said every Christmas Eve,he would come down from our fire place and give his gifts as we were all in slumber. My father said, “St. Nicholas must have seen you were nice this year that is why he secretly crept on our furnace and gave you these gifts.” My eyes sparkled. I must have been good; clearly I must have been to receive such presents on Christmas Eve. And then, I sulked no more. My father made me feel better. Now that I am old enough, Christmas carols and gifts still excite me. I can jump for receiving such gifts I have wished for the season and cheer with my family as we celebrate Christmas in a cold night. But what I look forward every Christmas is not the snowing glow of the streets or the sumptuous food that I eat, or St. Nicholas to drop by and greet. It is always heart-warming to ride to an adventurous night as we all sit near our chimney, read, and hear stories for Christmas day. Let it snow, let it sleigh! EC
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his rose was red or why he looks so different from the other reindeers. He said he was made special so Santa could recognize him on his sleigh and his red nose would make him extra funnier. I giggled when he said that and bid him farewell when it was time for him to climb back the chimney. My eyes sparked with glitters as my grand mama sat on her chair. When grandmama spoke of the Grinch, I shrieked and hid on my sheets. I jumped so fast when I heard its name to hide my presents. She lovingly smiled at me and made me sit on her lap. She said, “the Grinch was not
where everything was vast and clear. It feels boundless with all the stars that gleam beyond the emptiness of the dark blue sky. I heard ships set people on voyages towards the endless oceans of blue. I was told there were planes which could take me to far places which names no one was sure of neither knowing nor pronouncing. I was taught that a foot or two could step on the porch of our house and leave trails to directions which brought people to a journey of fun and
It is always heart-warming to ride to an adventurous night as we all sit near our chimney, read, and hear stories for Christmas day.
excitement. That was how I was taught. To me, an adventure was never beyond the walls outside my doors nor within fare tickets and passports. There was too much to explore when my grandparents set this imagination all. There was so much fantasy and magic which was unraveled from parchments of bundled papers my grandpapa held. I remembered how my grandpapa told us about Rudolph. We met the funny-looking reindeer on the furnace when I was 5 years old. He said ‘hi’ in his most unusual way and twitched his red nose when I waved hello. Rudolph was funny, but he whispered to me how he likes being funny. I childishly asked him why
so bad, it only wanted Christmas. “ I realized how much the Grinch hated Christmas but loved it ironically. I did not meet the Grinch, but I sure would have wanted to. It might not have a present now, so I thought of giving mine away. It would have liked it anyway, wouldn’t it? My mother, while combing my hair, flew with me on a carpet ride above the ordinary. She wrapped me on her lap and she babied no matter how big I was. She showered me kisses and warmth on cold winter days when we waited for father to arrive home from work. I told her that I am no longer a baby; that one day, that I would be taller than her and dressed
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