Creative Writing: There's No Place Like Home For Christmas

1893 Words8 Pages
There’s No Place Like Home for Christmas We heard the tell-tale screech of my father’s car pulling into the drive. Five O’ clock had rolled around, and having the whole day for laundry, we were expected to be ready. We three kids scrambled to finish our packing, cramming the last bits of road-tripping essentials into our already bursting book-bags. All the while, our mother was frantically trying to herd the three housecats into the car. After about a dozen other distractions, we were finally set. Minivan stocked with luggage, presents, cats, and people. We hunkered down for the six-hour drive to Mitchell, South Dakota. Around Neligh, Nebraska we’d stop for gas, and to stretch our legs. I was groggy from falling asleep in the car and, therefore, cranky. My kid brother, James, complained about his Gameboy’s dead batteries depriving him of Pokémon Red. And Jessica, the oldest, was frankly tired of listening to my brother and I squabble. One more quick check that all eight passengers were secure, and we were back on track. My father, in his infinite wisdom, had a secret weapon meant for exactly this part of the trip. The “Listening Library” intro…show more content…
Danielle, the youngest got to play elf and distribute the presents, as well as festive head gear for whoever was interested. Grandpa Ray took his usual place in the recliner. He held a garbage bag to clean up the debris as it was produced. Once everyone had their pile, we’d go around in a circle. Cameras flashed and laughter filled the room. We each received a handmade quilt, along with the customary painted ceramic ornament, a keepsake for the event. Along with several other odds and ends.With the conclusion of the gift exchange, everyone dispersed to sort through our loot. With the exception of my immediate family, who were expected next to dawn our Sunday best and head back to the
Open Document