Heartbroken Over Christmas Heartbroken over Christmas how can anyone be heartbroken over Christmas it’s a happy time of year children behaving, Santa, and his happy elf’s in every store, houses full of wonderful baked goods, well let me tell you a little story. It was December 24th Christmas eve and everybody in the neighborhood was having a family get gatherings you could see all the cars piling up the neighbors house. You could smell the ham, and turkeys everyone was making to feed the family. My sister and I were just sitting outside the house enjoying the smell of a home cooked meal. We got a bunch of looks because our parents weren’t even home. It was just us we were 10 and 8 and the time of this Christmas Eve, and our parents …show more content…
I was very thankful to have such a good family to marry into. I was so blessed to have such a great soon to be mother in law she was perfect and made me feel like one of her own, she was the only one to know about what happened to me while living with my family. Well, I was so excited I asked to open one of my presents and they of course said no. So when talking to Landon (Stevens dad) I asked him what he got me and he had me bring me his presents that he got for me, he started shaking it and it shattered and I started crying because he broke my present and I was heartbroken on again thinking that he was no different than my step dad, well, boy was I wrong he purposely did that to see my reaction because his wife told him what had happened to me. He is a jokester so he put a light bulb in my present, my present was glass humming bird ear rings and the light bulb is what shattered. I told Steven what happened and he thought it was funny. Never, ever have I had a dull or lame Christmas or Christmas Eve since I’ve been living with them. every year I go in and ask Landon if he is going to break my present and he says after what happened the first time he wasn’t going to do that anymore because it only brings back bad memories, and still to this day I cherish every moment of Christmas with my in-laws because they treat me like I’m one of their own kid. They always get me something that I’ve never had. I’m going to make sure that my kids never ever have to go without for Christmas because I’m going to be so much more for them than what my sister and I
Her mascara smudged onto the fabric as a tear fell down her cheek onto the fluffy white pillow. Her headphones rested in her ear playing songs that held many memories of the recently broken up couple. The song that her and the short, blonde, and shy soccer player had slow danced to, played on her ipod. The memory of their slow dance at the valentine ball replayed in her mind as if she were still in the moment. She replayed how he asked her to the dance with a valentine gift- a box of conversation hearts. They met at the school to go to the dance and he gave her the red and yellow ticket. She was dressed in a pink and grey sweater and the gym was warm with all of the middle school students combined
My brother and I had our own rooms at the time. He was eight and I was eleven. We live in a cozy three bedrooms house. One day our parents asked us to come into the living room. There were two bags on the couch and they told us to see what’s inside. Inside were delicious jelly beans and a black shirt. I unfolded the shirt and in big blue letters it said Big Brother. Then my brother unfolded his and it said the same thing. We both stared at our mom and realized she was pregnant. We were so excited, and later we find out it’s a boy. Our parents also told us that we would have to share a room, and we were fine with that.
We were traveling thought all the beautiful places and cities in the country. During our vacation, one day we stopped at a restaurant in a small town. As we were eating, my 16-year-old cousin said to me hurry up, finish your meal and we’ll go play outside. I was a little boy just turned six years. I was excited to go play outside with my cousin, so I was the first one to finish with my meal.
Christmas Carol is a popular novella which was written by Charles Dickens and published in December 1843. Scrooge who was a businessman as the main character that was a frugal and tight-fisted person. He was haunted by the spirit of his business partner, Jacob Marley and the three Christmas spirits in the night of Christmas Eve. The three ghosts visited Mr. Scrooge one by one which have Ghost of the Past, then Ghost of the Present and last one was Ghost of the future which was the most important ghost.
I can remember traveling to my grandparents’ house for Thanksgiving, I would become so excited the week leading up to the holiday because I was finally able to see my aunts and grandparents all at the same time. We stayed the entire Thanksgiving break at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. On Thanksgiving morning, we would wake up early to watch the Macy’s Day Parade all of us, girls and kids, still in our pajamas cuddle on the floor in front of the tv. Eventually, my mom, Grandma, Aunt Lindsey, and Aunt Elexa would get up to start
In Taylor Swift’s modernized version of “Last Christmas” she walks listeners through a tragic time in her life when she falls for a boy during christmas time; however, he cheats on her and breaks her fragile heart. She shares her mix of emotions from rising anger at how easy it was for the boy to cheat on her to the melancholy that struck her when he left for someone new. This song paints a beautiful picture of the painful effects your actions could have on someone else. The use of hyperboles and idioms explain just the right amount of heartbreak this person felt at the time of the event.
In particular, they had a giant, light-up, inflatable santa. It looked so weird. We joked about taking it and putting it in our yard but we were never really serious. One night The neighbors had came over. They were a couple and their
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
I remember the day very clearly, it was in late autumn and it was cold. My mom had sent my brother Ross, our friend Pete, and me outside while she made lunch because we were being too rowdy. Ross had forgotten his jacket but was too stubborn to go back inside and get it, so he stayed near the propane heater that my father had set up in the garage while he was doing yard work. While I was running around enjoy the afternoon in the way that toddlers do, swings and playing in the dirt, Ross and his friend Pete stayed in the garage to stay warm seeing who could stay close to the heater the longest. Apparently Ross won, because before he knew it his New York Giants jersey that our Grandfather had bought for
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
Frosty the Snowman waves hello alongside Santa 's reindeer that are ready to take off. Candy canes line the sidewalk and the ginger bread dolls dance in a merry circle. The trees all sparkle with thousands of red, yellow, purple, blue, and orange lights. Out back, Mary and Joseph stand over baby Jesus, Choo-Choo train’s chug in spot, stars twinkle with bright yellow bulbs, and Mr. and Mrs. Santa Clause wave in the distance. Kerkhoven, MN, the location of the happiest house on the block. Every year my breath is always taken away as my eyes struggle to soak in the utter abundance of Christmas spirit. I 'm smiling and we 're not even inside yet.
Ever since I could remember, I have spent Christmas at my grandmother’s house, a house which is full of comfort, warmth, and happiness. At Christmas, I have always been able to escape the cold and dark real world allowing myself to truly enjoy just several moments in time. These moments have left impressionable memories from my childhood making Christmas a holiday that is special to me and my family. It is a time for my family to get together, share stories, laugh, and even cry.
In many ways Christmas is similar to Thanksgiving in the way we celebrate it. We switch sides, sometimes Christmas is at our house, tons of food is made and we play games. Depending on what side of the family we’re spending Christmas with, there’s a theme, for example, about two or three years ago we spent Christmas with my mom’s side of the family and it was a pajama party and last Christmas we spent with my dad’s side the theme was ugly Christmas sweaters. Every year no matter where we spend Christmas, we always have to get some of my great grandma’s amazing and delicious Champurrado. She makes Champurrado every single year, she won’t tell anyone how she makes it for some reason, but her Champurrado is like heaven in a cup. On both sides of my family,it’s tradition for us get together on Christmas Eve and we have dinner, watch movies, play games, and even take naps, all until midnight and that’s when we open our presents. Also, on both sides, the adults do White Elephant and sometimes depending on what the majority vote is, they’ll do a secret santa exchange. The only thing my mom’s side of the family does differently than my dad’s, is that prior to getting together on Christmas Eve, the adults put each kid’s name in a hat and each person draws a name, and the name they draw is the kid they have to buy a gift for, and they’ll say the least or most amount of money they can spend on that gift.
Did you know psychologists concur that having a relationship break up is like going through grief? Contrasting grieving and getting over a break up, you can probably see why. In both cases you lose someone you loved and you're unwilling to psychologically let them go. By using similar principles to grieving for someone, you can get over a relationship breakup.
Christmas was always a big event in our family. We always spent Christmas Eve with my father's family and Christmas Day with my mom's. There was always a lot of food and many gifts, but for the first four or five years of my life, I had no clue what we were celebrating. I really don't think I cared too much, being a young child caught up in all the excitement. And I had something to call it. Christmas. That's all I really needed until I stumbled upon a Christmas special on television entitled A Charlie Brown Christmas. I must have been four or five years old at the time, I can't remember for sure, but I don't think I had started kindergarten yet. But I know I was curled up in a Sesame Street sleeping bag in front of our old television set, one of the small older models instead of the giant entertainment centers like we have now.