Once upon a time, down in the South Pole, on the Eve of Christmas Eve, evil penguins were hard at work. This was not the work that meant getting presents together for Christmas, no this was the type of work that would ruin Christmas. These penguins are trying to ambush the North Pole! Pecky, Chubbers, and Tumtum are the head penguins in charge. They are adding magic itching powder to the hay that Santa’s reindeer will sleep in tonight. The hay is sent to penguins that will bale it and tie it. A huge red stamp is put on the package of the hay, “ North Pole Bound”. As the hay is loaded onto the iceberg that ships it to the North Pole, Pecky, Tumtum, and Chubbers all have an evil grin on their beaks. Back in the lovely North Pole, the elves are getting the reindeer ready for their big flight tomorrow night. Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen are in line waiting to get their coats scrubbed and brushed. The elves, Sugar Plum, Cookie, Kringle, and Evergreen, are laying out the freshly delivered hay. This hay goes into each and everyone of the reindeers stalls. All is silent at the North Pole, for everyone is in bed. When suddenly, the elves wake up to the sound of reindeer …show more content…
“Hohoho!” “You all know what day it is! Christmas Eve! Let’s get going.” Santa says, merrily. Santa, the elves, the reindeer, and everyone else at the North Pole are heading towards the sligh shed to start loading the toys! As the grand doors swing open, everybody yelps in shock. The sleigh is gone. Santa tells everyone to split up and find the sleigh. With only five minutes till takeoff, an elf shouts “ I found Her”. everybody starts to cheer. The sleigh is loaded and ready for takeoff. The reindeer are dancing around in their harnesses when Santa shouts “ Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen, on Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!” As the sleigh is lifted into the sky, the elves let out a big
Dr. Seuss's original fable is a simple story told with a great moral that criticizes the commercialization of Christmas. The original story features an “Ebenezer Scrooge” type creature that lives up the mountains outside "Whoville." The Grinch indulges himself in the annual ritual of spoiling everyone's festivities with a series of nasty pranks. This particular year however he plans to sabotage the holiday season by dressing as Santa Claus, clim...
After the previous spirit disappeared, Scrooge looks up to find the final spirit, The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come. The phantom remains silent and simply takes Scrooge toward the city, where they eavesdrop on a few conversations between people. One of them was between two men who were talking about how someone had recently died. They retorted about how nobody liked the man and, consequently, they expected nobody to show up to the funeral. The twain continued to another pair of businessmen who had also heard the news that someone had died, but did not care. Scrooge, oblivious as to who they were talking about, tries to ask the spirit some questions, in which the spirit doesn’t respond. The phantom just drags Scrooge to a nearly abandoned
With the sled as old as the marriage and a brake as old as their daughter their ritual is now a strong bond which they hold dearly to their hearts. This family ritual is strong and makes them look forward to each Christmas together as a family. Knowing that they will always be there to carry on the tradition that they have installed in themselves.
From the beginning of the movie with the birth of Rudolph and the discovery of his bright red nose, he was demeaned. Mrs. Donner states we will “simply have to overlook it”, and perhaps “he’ll outgrow it”, Santa sadly retorts “let’s
A Christmas Carol. Classics of Children's Literature. Ed. John W. Griffith and Charles H. Frey. 3rd ed.
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.
Scrooge approached the door, but didn't have a speck of knowledge of what's going to happen next. When Scrooge is about to open the door, his old friend, Marley, and worker appeared on the door knocker in surprise. Scrooge walked in his dark house with a little fear, still think it is just, humbug. His mind resolute to playing tricks, he thought. Christmas eve, A night to fear, yet to thank. Life can change in a matter of minutes. In the story, “A Christmas Carol: Scrooge and Marley. Scrooge faces a series of turning points that altered his life forever. In this Exploratory essay, Three turning point will be talked about. Each one with a different ghost, Past, Present, and future. Each with a different lesson Scrooge has to face.
Then scrooge goes to his house. Then when he is in his house the ghost of Marley visits scrooge and when scrooge sees Marley, Marley have chains tied to his body, and tell him the he will be visit by 3 spirits. The spirit of Christmas past visits scrooge. The spirit of Christmas past grab scrooge to his old school, then the spirit shout him where he used to work, then he shows scrooge when she goes to a
Santa takes the help of his reindeer friends to wake up on Christmas Eve. It is a moving picture book with beautiful illustrations and a great
``i'm so sorry sweety i was gonna go feed them then they got out and into the workshop and started to eat everything i'm so sorry``confessed mrs claus as she started to pick all the wrapping paper that was laying around all over the floor ``uhh that`s okay i`ll just put the reindeer back in the pen and oh all you press is the green button to give them their food``calmly said santa claus he put prancer and dasher away first then the rest then after santa was gonna get the sleigh for christmas but just as he was checking the engine it broke just as it started to stem up the engine was fried and the sprinklers went off and mrs claus screamed for dear life ``were`s the smoke coming
Santa Claus is dead. We have collectively dismantled him with our cynicism. At eight-years-old, I could not assimilate the Nietzsche-esque “God is dead” prognosis. I stubbornly wanted to believe Santa and his workforce of elves could conclude moral justice and realize childhood dreams. Equipped with the rudimentary artistic skills and creative faculties of a stubborn child, I set out to prove jolly Saint Nick existed.
All the elves in their green colored costumes crossed their fingers hoping it would bring them luck . “I want to thank every single elf there is for their hard work and dedication”, says Santa. However, this elf deserves elf of the year for never failing to have a grin or a smile on his face when it comes to doing his duty. This elf shows what true Christmas spirit is all about.” All the elves whispered among themselves saying it’s going to go to Clyde again.
The problem was that he didn’t have a blanket never has, and thought he never would, this was because how poor his family was. But this year things would be different. The Grinch started to work on a farm and sooner or later he had enough money to buy his own blanket, the Grinch was so excited he ran to the store and barley had enough for the one he had chosen. Grinch took his new blanket home to show his parents his mom loved it, but his dad felt otherwise. One night the Grinch was sleeping with his new blanket, when his dad snuck in and took the blanket.
Emma, Marissa and I are in charge of the making the lefse. This has been our job ever since we were little girls, becoming experts through all our years of experience. My grandma makes the most amazing food and always has enough to feed us for a week. After we stuff ourselves full of delicious, lasagna, salads, and hot dishes all made with love and while the adults lean back comfortably in their chairs, us kids go put on our pajamas and troop downstairs to open our gifts. The most memorable gift would be the ring my grandma gave me that used to be my great-grandmothers who died a couple days after my grandma turned fifteen. My great-grandma loved to travel and had a great passion for fashion, so this circle of metal with a little diamond in the middle and a floral pattern surrounding it, had been bought in California and has been in the family since. “Bang, bang, bang!” A huge pounding comes from the front door. Dogs bark, adults grin, and we race to open the creaky door. Santa Claus, eyes twinkling, dressed in red with coal-black boots, and swinging a sack over his right shoulder, steps inside. He plops down heavily; ringing merry bells and passes them off to David, my brother, telling him seriously to keep ringing them so Rudolf won’t fly away without him. With wide eyes, little David shakes the bells with such rigor that if Rudolf was in the North Pole he would be able to hear them. We each take a turn perching on his knee, hesitant at first but then opening up and telling him our age and that, “yes we have been really, really, really good this year.” As Santa’s beard tickles our chin as we lean in close for a picture and his big belly shakes as he laughs at the same time as you start to giggle. Then he opens his sack and pulls out gifts wrapped in colorful paper for each of us. With a few cookies for the road, crumbs in his beard and a
Dutch children would put shoes by the fireplace for St. Nicholas or "Sinter Klaas" and leave food out for his horse. He'd gallop on his horse between the rooftops and drop candy down the chimneys into the children's shoes. Meanwhile, his assistant, Black Peter, was the one who popped down the chimneys to leave gifts behind. Dutch settlers brought the legend of Sinter Klaas to North America -- where we came to know him as Santa Claus. Clement Clarke Moore first described the “jolly old elf” with his sleigh drawn by reindeer, in the poem "The Night Before Christmas.