What Is Christmas Essay

Ah, Christmas the time of giving and caring. Christmas decorations of green and red twinkling lights are strung throughout the houses of the neighborhoods, carolers sing cheery tunes from the tops of their lungs in the streets, and gifts big and small are wrapped to the best of Neopets ability sitting readily under a large ornamented evergreen Christmas tree. Everyone loves Christmas for it’s a time of running to the stores for presents and spreading smiles. Everyone adores Christmas that is except for this one unspirited Skeith and that brings us to our story. Morty despised the month of Giving since he could remember. He thought Christmas was a waste of hard earned Neopoints and full of foolish activities. He couldn’t stand seeing the array of houses that were strewn with wreaths on the doors, blown up Santa figurines in the lawns, and obnoxious lights hung on the houses on his way to the mall where he worked. At this time of year most of all, he hated working in the mall. The mall was over-crowded with overall happy

There was an advertisement for a huge holiday sale so Morty changed the channel and grunted. The next channel was a Christmas movie so angrily he turned the Neovision off. He grabbed a book that lay next to him on his glass coffee table. He read a chapter before closing the book and going to bed.

In his dream, Morty was a little Skeith again and it was the day before Christmas. The aroma of gingerbread and nutmeg filled his Neohome. He was building a gingerbread house but eating the vanilla frosting from the tube before decorating the roof of the house. His sister Amy was in her teenage angst years and babysitting him while his parents went gift shopping.

“Want to know something,” She asked with her hands on her hips

“Santa isn’t real” She blurted before he could answer