I would wake up to this song and find my dad in the living room waiting for a dance, he would spin me what felt like endless. On that afternoon, my mother and I would start making delicious tamales and posole while my dad is making his famous dessert, cheesecake. Then on that cold and dark night my sisters dressed up my dad in a Santa costume and sent him to the roof. I was in disbelief when I saw “Santa” on my roof. My parents would remind me that I was the happiest girl in the world that night.
When I got to stay over at a friend's house, I finally got the chance to relax and be happy. In my house people were constantly fighting and shouting at each other. That Saturday started off like any normal morning. I woke up, wearing my favorite pink bathrobe that my grandpa bought me for my birthday just a few days earilier. I sprinted to the pantry and snatched the Reese's Puffs like they would not have been there if I had waited another second to get them.
She will be our houseguest for the next six months and is eager to teach our family all she knows about South America, including its cuisine. Isabella, however has not forgotten the pancakes of North America, eaten on a previous trip and is looking forward to a reunion with the fluffy stack standing beside her. Gary has left the house early this morning hoping to catch up with his patients prior to their being medicated for surgery. The boys nearly trample Isabella over in their rush out the door to meet the carpool's blaring horn signaling the urgency of departure time. Matthew, blazing by the breakfast table, wraps a piece of bacon tightly in a blanket of pancake, dips it into the warm syrup and without breaking stride, runs to meet the waiting car ready to take him to school.
(-simple sentence) So I prepared Abby’s food and some of my cheer seeped back as I danced around the kitchen. My dad trumped down the stairs about five minutes later with a thunderous, “Good morning, Leah Bug!” (-dialogue) I flashed a dazzling smile in response and continued my work. After I finished, I set the bowl next to a newly filled bowl of water and with one last look at my parents, hiked up the stairs to release the beast (-hyperbole). Abby always slept in my sister, Emily’s, bedroom and since she did not have food, water, or the bathroom all night, she was one happy camper when she was finally released in the morning. (-complex sentence) I cleared the top of the step and paused for a moment with my hand on the doorknob and a strong sense of foreboding.
My mom would be in the kitchen cooking all of the food for our delicious meal that lay ahead. When she would yell "Nutmeg!" Our dog would immediately sprint into the kitchen, and then she would wait patiently beside her food bowl while my mom sprinkled nutmeg onto her dog food. Before Nutmeg would begin to eat, my mom would say "nutmeg, for our Nutmeg". Once my mom had sprinkled the nutmeg, the entire house would be consumed with its smell, and that became the single most memorable part of Christmas.
I started to sing, put on christmas songs to full voice, screaming all around what I want for Christmas tomorrow. I am always super active, I already put their billions of presents from me under the tree. I made sure all the decorations are awesome, I have my own tree in my room for Christmas , hat, clothing , I was fully in Christmas Mode and nothing could bring me down. Sadly, yesterday my karaoke machine broke apart when it “accidentally” fell down of the table. When it turned to 4:00 P.M. my brothers and parents went out to buy a new karaoke machine.
We then went inside her house and started to make the cookies. Midway through mixing the ingredients, Steph asked “Can you get the sugar in the pantry for me?” I walked in, got the sugar, and gave it to her so she could finish mixing the batter. As the cookies were baking, we couldn’t stop remarking on how good they smelled. When the cookies were ready, we excitedly took them out of the oven and let them cool down before we started to eat them. As we took our first bites into the
Much like, “The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson, she writes about a tradition that she wants to continue, just like I wish to continue a lifelong Christmas tradition. The tease of waking up on Christmas Eve, and not being able to open my presents only made me more excited to open my gifts on Christmas Day. I can usually talk my parents into giving me at least one present, and I would not stop until they finally gave in. However, Christmas Day is even more exciting to me. Running into my sister’s room, I remember jumping on her bed yelling, “Wake up, wake up.” I kept screaming louder, “It is time to open presents,
Right now it's monday morning and the wilsons are starting off their week. "Breakfast is ready", yells linda. She has just prepared pancakes, sausages, and orange juice for her whole family. Also, she just finished ironing her husband's dress shirt for work. On her way back to the kitchen, she recieves a huge kiss from her husband, seeing as she felt her identity was riding on him; since she never managed to finish college.
After our family talk we would prepare our flavorstar dishes to be wrapped up to be taken to my grandmother house. As I would help my mother get the food ready I would admire the cinnamon/ sugary scented sweet potato pie which has always been my favorite. Once the food was covered we would all dash down the hall in our bed room and scuttle to get the house clean. Feeling like superwomen and a ball of light, we managed to clean the house in twenty five minutes. After everyone was dressed, we assisted my mom with putting the food in the car.