A few days before Christmas, Oxford street is swarming with last
minute shoppers, laden with parcels and bags. Christmas is the
highlight for many people, especially little childen, from as tall as
your ankle to as tall as your knee. Small todlers were moaning and
disappearing into the clothes racks like magicians disappearing in a
puff of smoke entertaining the gullible audiences.
Families and friends gradually emerge from clogged buses and congested
trains, tired, exhausted and hungry even at this very early stage, as
if they had spent the whole night awake, like a distressed parent
waiting for their child to arrive home from a party but has still not
arrived, two hours past their curfew.
Oxford street is the main high street of the whole of England. It
flocks many tourists, as though it has a force or power, just like
opposite ends of a magnet attract one another. Oxford street is as
long as I can possibly imagine; it is 10 time longer than any local
high street and is as wide as six elephants put together. Oxford
street contains a lot of various shop which other high streets have,
plus some extra. It is as if Oxford street encloses a immeasurable
proportion of England as it has a great deal of stores; some immense
while some petite. It's not restricted - even Regents street is much
more genteel like a magnificent pet and Bond street is tremendously
aristocratic like a diamond engagement ring and only the posh shop
there.
Oxford street is one maze, with all sorts of mystical secrets to be
uncovered and adventures to be explored and experienced. It is one
colossal, huge, extensive, perpendicular road with a range of exits...
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...ng for breath.
As I walk through 'MK1', I can undoubtedly see that many shoppers were
haggling over the price of purchases. Then someone barges into me and
I very nearly fall over with the force of it. After I recover from my
sudden fall, I widen my horizon and gaze upon particular groups of
people. I get attracted to look at the people with loud voices.
The brightness of the light decreases as the clouds begin to fasten
together together structuring one massive cloud. It began to snow. The
cold was beating on me. I felt the cold reaching my body even with
wearing a thick layer of wool covered by a fur coat. It was as though
I was wrapped with a sheep, which had never had its fur, trimmed.
The bitter air smacks my face as I walk, without any energy and worn
out, forwards towards the end of the road to relaxation.
robe, which covers him all the way down to his feet, and a cape with a large,
...the masks in the form of a cape-like garment in order to cover the dancer who wore it. (Waldman, 41-43)
During the Viking era, men worn woolen tunics over trouser type leg coverings. There were at least two types of leg coverings: a wide, knee-length, baggy type and a narrow, fitted full-length type of trouser.
Clothing for both men and women initially was deerskin for shirts and skirts. The men later wore cotton or velvet shirts with no collars, breeches below the knee, and moccasins. Women gradually wore the "squaw dress", made of plain dark blankets.
Christmas has consumed itself. At its conception, it was a fine idea, and I imagine that at one point its execution worked very much as it was intended to. These days, however, its meaning has been perverted; its true purpose ignored and replaced with a purpose imagined by those who merely go through the motions, without actually knowing why they do so.
These were often pulled by either women or dogs. The clothing was made so that in the winter they could have long sleeves and double-up on clothing, but in the summer they could turn the shirts into short sleeves. All clothing would be made out of animal skin. In the winter they would put the fur on the inside to keep them
The Commercialization of Christmas In my opinion I think Christmas is fine the way it is, although Christmas is the festival in which Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus. The word `Christmas' means the `Mass of Christ' and refers to the Mass which is celebrated on Christmas Day which the majority of people forget. Many in today's society consider that Christmas has become too commercialised and that the real meaning of Christmas has been lost. In our nation, 1/3rd of all shopping and over 2/3rds of all electrical goods are bought in the period before Christmas. More alcohol is consumed over the period than the rest of the year and after Christmas more people seek counselling for problems.
Have you thought about the current religious and social scene in America; especially during this time of year of Christmas? Religion has once again been forced to the forefront of the news, with groups fighting over whether to have a “Nativity Scene” in the public square, others are debating about using the word “Christmas” in their sales ads, and then we hear schools are not going on “Christmas break” but winter break.
A shadow fell across his face. He turned to find Clegane looming overhead like a cliff. His soot-dark armor seemed to blot out the sun. He had lowered the visor on his helm. It was fashioned in the likeness of a snarling black hound, fearsome to behold, but Tyrion had always thought it a great improvement over Clegane's hideously burned face.
When thinking about the song, Twelve Days of Christmas, I absolutely cannot sing the song pass the second day of Christmas! Although, I am very familiar with the song I do not actually sing this song during Christmas time, even though it is a classic Christmas song. This probably explains why I cannot fully get pass the second verse of the song without complications, but I can still remember minimal words from parts of the song because my brain has not encoded the entire song in my long term storage. This could also explain why I can only retrieve minimal words from the song.
People have celebrated a mid-winter festival since pre-historic times. They marked the beginning of longer hours of daylight with fires and ritual offerings. The Roman festival of Saturnalia -- a time for feasting and gambling -- lasted for weeks in December. Germanic tribes of Northern Europe also celebrated mid-winter with feasting, drinking and religious rituals.
Christmas to me is a celebration, which includes spending time with my family, decorating the entire house, inside and out, and shopping, for the people I love. Doing this with the people I love is what means the most to me. Spending Christmas with my family is very important to me. We usually gather and celebrate at my parent’s house, in East Tennessee. My husband, our three children, and myself travel from California. My two sisters, their husbands, and children come from a nearby town, for our celebration.
December 25 is the time of year that everyone celebrates, but does not know the true meaning of this day. Christmas is my favorite holiday because it is the time of year for loving, giving, and remembering who this holiday is for.
As I skim through the Chadwick’s mail-order catalog, I come across a woman, who looks as if she is in her mid-thirties, standing outside on the snow-covered ground. Her gloved hand is arched back in a ready-to-throw position with a snowball resting in her palm. The woman is wearing a ¾ length gray wool coat and black leather gloves, which catches my eye. The serene, white-topped leaves of the pine trees lean in different directions, waiting for spring to arrive. “Winter is a breeze if you buy this coat” is the message I receive from this friendly-gestured woman. This warm, easy feeling especially comes into play during the holiday season when we buy gifts for our friends and family.
Being able to travel back to Germany during my winter break was going to be the most memorable holiday season of my life. Why? Because every winter break, since we have moved to Texas in 2002, has been spent at home in Killeen, Texas. However, my mother had informed me during the previous summer months that we would be going to Germany for the holidays, as well as, spending it with my aunt, uncle, and grandmother in their homes. Additionally, she had informed me of their plans for them taking us to the Christmas markets, trying food around the local area, and attending the church my mother went to as a child on Christmas Eve. Sadly, around the middle of November, my mother had broken her leg and would not have been able to make a full recovery before the trip. Though my holidays were spent yet again in Texas, I could imagine what my winter break would have been like if I had spent the holidays in Germany.