Creative Writing: The Macy's Day

I launched out of bed, and as quickly as possible pulled on my favorite outfit: my best pair of jeans and my favorite packers jersey, the pink one of course! I pulled my nicest looking shoes out of my closet and rushed out of my room. Running down the hall I could hear my mother in the kitchen, singing like always. I flew into the kitchen, like a jet landing on the runway, and took my mother by surprise. “Well, good morning darling,” she said to me with her naturally warm and loving smile, “why are you so energetic this morning?” But I ignored her question because we both were aware that she knew the answer. Running out of the kitchen, through the adjacent dining room and into the living room. I reached for the remote and flipped the TV on as fast as possible.

It was on every year, and we watched it every year, but it never got old. Seeing the floats raised above the building tops, looking as if the characters were dancing while suspended in the air. It made my heart leap with excitement and joy. This day only came once a year I was going to enjoy every bit of it. “Ready to go. . .?” my mom yelled from across the