Christmas Gift
It was the holiday season, and Christmas was fast approaching. With the twenty-fifth only a few days away there was no more time for procrastination. I decided to go to the mall in an attempt to complete all the Christmas shopping at once. While wandering around the uniquely decorated mall, I noticed a particular store that caught my attention. Pausing for a moment to stare into the window of the shop I came across the perfect gift for my father. Stepping inside I asked the shop keeper what the price would be if I purchased item on display in the window. The shop keeper, speaking with a thick Russian accent said “For you my boy the item is free.” Being Christmas, I did not want to press my good
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Realizing I needed tape to complete the task , I went looking for the remnants of the scotch tape I had thrown into the depths of the enormous bag the night before when I had helped wrap my mothers gifts to the family. As soon as I found it I went to work on the job of wrapping the gift. The gift wrapping took a while and several attempts to wrap the object since it was so oddly shaped. When I had finished, the present resembled a clump of wrapping paper more so than an actual Christmas gift. I was very proud of myself since my father would never be able to guess the contents of the box now. I stashed the gift away under our tree and left it there for what seemed like ages, although it was in reality only a couple of …show more content…
My sister had woken me up at six a.m. this morning, with a stocking brimming with goodies to stuff in my face. Bleary eyed, but secretly thrilled, I climbed out of bed. We went downstairs to the smells of pine, cranberry, and coffee all mingling together. As usual we dove into our gifts, wrapping paper, and ribbon flying everywhere in an unheeded mess. My mom was clicking away with her camera taking pictures. When it came time for my father to open his mass of wrapping paper he had a certain glee in his eye. As he tore into the wrapping paper and found his present he seemed overjoyed to find the massive amount of smoked cheese he had received. Although it had morphed into something of a blob rather than the nice cheese log that it had formerly been sitting there on the store shelf waiting for me to purchase it. Thinking back to that day at the mall, I realized the clerk had not told me that it is best to keep cheese refrigerated. I see now that was probably what he had found so perversely funny. Oh well, the jokes on him. We sliced that blob into pieces, spread it on crackers and had a wonderful appetizer while we finished opening our gifts on this Christmas
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.
The short story The Gift has many layers with in itself on different topics. The topics of discrimination, feminism, friendship, tradition, and power all can be seen in this story. Many literary devices can be seen in the story also. Such as: theme, metaphor, tone and symbol. This story unlike most as that I couldn't predict what was going to happen that made the girls leave the school. Just as it says in the beginning paragraph "No one expected Merceditas Cáceres, on the day Carlotta Rodriguez was expelled from the Sacred Heart, to hang her silk sash from the doorknob, drop her medal of the Congregation of the Angels in the alms box, and walk out through the schools' portico arm in arm with her friend, head held high and without deigning once to look back, with that gesture of paramount disdain so commonplace in those of her social class." (Ferré) Just like no one in the story would have expected the main characters to do this, during the story I could not figure out why they would have done it.
One time my family bought my Grandma a puzzle containing five thousand pieces. She worked on it (which took a lot of time) but eventually finished it. Grandma even made it into her city's newspaper about her puzzle. It made me feel that Grandma was famous. After she was done with it, she glued it together and stored it away underneath my Grandpa's bed.
Charles dickens classic novella “A Christmas Carol” endorses the notion that “Generosity involves more than the giving of money, it’s also about the giving of one's goodwill, compassion, sympathy, empathy and kindness. By taking his seemingly irredeemable protagonist Ebenezer Scrooge on a supernatural journey, Dickens’ intends to convey to all of society the importance of generosity. He proclaims that generosity of the spirit defines Christmas, and goes a large way towards defining true humanity for him as well.
Scrooge wakes up after his encounter with the Ghost of Christmas Future, and his attitude has changed very much to when he was cruel and angry at the world in the beginning. Now he is kind, friendly, and happy. He calls to a boy on the street and asked him what day it is. The boy answers that it is Christmas Day, and Scrooge talks to himself and thinks the Ghost’s did it all in one night. Scrooge shouts down to the boy once more and says to him do you know where the butcher shop is? When the boy answers yes, Scrooge than asks the boy if a large turkey is still there, and when the boy answers yes, Scrooge tells the boy to go go get it, and bring the butcher to Scrooge’s house. He then said he would pay the boy a shilling for doing it, half-crown
One Christmas my mom had this idea that nobody wanted to do but we did anyway.
He said he was going to bring my a present. I was very excited; meanwhile the suspense of what the surprise was going to be was building up inside of me. Then when he got home, I started jumping up and down on the sofa. My dad walked over to me and handed me a box. I stared at the box with joy wondering what could be hiding in the mysterious box. With no hesitation, I ripped open the box and I saw a football. I wondered at first why he gave me a football. Later I understood the whole concept of why he would bring me a football as a present. I realized then that the football would help my dad and I bond more. This was the beginning of very happy times with my dad and I.
Friendship means different things for everyone. It can mean happiness and trust. Friends are important to connect to, talk to, and to help in tough situations. Friends help teach life lessons. Most importantly, friends are there to love and to feel loved. The Simple Gift by Steven Herrick revolves around the friendship between the main characters, Old Bill, Billy, and Caitlin. Their friendship resulted in them learning valuable life lessons and experiencing the power of love.
We HAVE to make those kids presents! Oh well, I guess we can’t do anything else about it.” Santa replied with deep sorrow in his voice. He boarded the sleigh and called his reindeer by their names. “On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer on Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner, on Blitzen! And ON RUDOLPH!” he called as the sleigh began to shoot up into the air. Santa took a last look down on the town in the North Pole. He smiled sadly to himself as he remembered how the elves had endured so much that he had thrown at them, and he eventually drove them away. He was a bad Santa Claus. As the night went on, Santa found himself in a bit of a situation. He had read the tags on the presents and delivered them to the address, but he found that the addresses had been the wrong ones! He didn’t know what present went to who any more! This was a disaster! When he was in the last house hours later, he heard a BANG In the kitchen of the house. Santa rushed to the kitchen, and saw hundreds of pointy elf hats all crammed in one room. Santa gasped and got teary-eyed at the sight of his old
It was Christmas Eve and my grandparents had just arrived to be with us for the holidays. They always come over every year, it’s like a family tradition. We always watched The Polar Express that night, which is also a tradition we do. After that we usually make the cookies and get a glass of milk for Santa. Finally, we go to bed anxious for tomorrow. It was December 25th, Christmas morning, and I was twelve years old. I was so tired because it was seven o’clock in the morning. I couldn’t fall back asleep because I was so excited that it was Christmas. I crawled out of my bed and snuck into my brother’s room and woke him up. We watched tv in my brothers room until eight o’clock and then we rushed down the hall to the top of the stairs. We could
A few days passed and it was new years eve and we were going to go to my uncles to watch the ball drop.I went outside in the barn where my dad already was working on his truck,so I helped him for a few hours then I went back inside.I noticed it was time for lunch so I ate a sandwich.I was feeling a little tired so since it was new years eve I knew I would have to be up really late so I layed down and took a nap.When I woke up I was rushed by my dad saying
They went through so much nobody couldn’t even image how much pain they went through. Some went through famine, drought, disease and through family lose. Everyone can help these Children by giving just a shoebox of joy to get their mind off the lost of their family, that could help them so much. That is the way the book by Franklin Graham is called “A Story of Simple Gift.” It tells about how much a difference it could make just by a shoebox. These children wait all year to see if they are going to get a shoebox. I believe that America can help more than what we are doing now.
Ah, to be a kid again. How wonderful it would be to relive the magic of Christmas. Don’t get me wrong, I have always been a kid at heart and a true lover of Christmas. But as we get older and we realize that Santa Claus and the North Pole were just stories our parents told us so we’d behave, Christmas starts to lose that magical feeling. No matter how much we might still love it, Christmastime just isn’t the same as when we were young. And at a time of all the aggravating shopping hustle and bustle, dents in the pockets, headaches, traffic jams and long lines, I begin to realize that God has sent me the most magical Christmas gift of all, a beautiful three year old whom I can relive Christmas in all over. Through my child’s eyes, I see myself each time his face lights up at the sight of Santa, and I feel his anticipation each morning as he faithfully opens up one more window on the Christmas calendar. Tonight, as we decorate the tree, I admiringly watched his tiny fingers delicately place each of the ornaments on all the same branches until they drooped to the floor. So proud of his work, I secretly placed some elsewhere, as to not hurt his feelings, and wondered how many times my own mother had done the same thing. And after a long day of shopping and excitement, I watched his eyelids begin to droop while lying underneath the warm glow of the Christmas tree lights.
...e gas station man handed me a little black box. He told me to get a spare key made and put it into that box. It was magnetized on one side so that it would cling to the outside of the vehicle under the wheel well in case this ever happened again. I thanked them both again for their kind gestures. The man from the grocery store replied "no big deal, think of it as a Christmas present from me to you."