Essay About Christmas

What Christmas Means to Me

Christmas to me isn’t about all the flashy lights, ribbons, presents, or trees; the real reason for the season is the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. Most people think just the opposite and lose sight of real meaning behind Christmas. Black Friday shopping has basically became a national holiday around the US simply because people are materialistic, and think things like the next new Xbox or play station is more important than spending time with their family. There is a big hint to the meaning of Christmas; the first word is Christ. I love waking up Christmas morning, and opening up my presents to see what all I got just as much as anyone, but I try my best not to let that be the best part of my day. Coming together

For most people Christmas Eve is celebrated as a pre-Christmas type of thing. For my family and me, we always go to my dad’s side Christmas Eve, and my mom’s side Christmas day. On the evening of Christmas Eve we take a few presents and food over to my grandpa’s house. We eat and talk, just enjoy everyone’s fellowship. After we get done eating, we open presents. When I was younger and my grandma was still alive we had a ton of presents. She made sure each Christmas was the best one yet. After she died, it was a huge change. We went from getting everything, to getting fifty dollars cash to get anything we wanted. That was okay, just wasn’t what we were used to at all. My mom told us every year after Grandma passed away, that things were harder for my grandpa so to ease his mind we just got cash. I would give all the cash in the world back, to have one more second with my

The milk and cookies are out for Santa Claus, and the Christmas tree lights are shut off for the night. My sisters and I have a pallet made in their bedroom floor, and we are cuddled up together. Everything is the way it should be. Christmas morning comes bright and early, and my two younger sisters are jumping on mom and dad’s bed begging them to wake up, while I am in the living room separating the presents by name. Everyone gets in the living room, and mom has her camera, and video recorder out. I am in the chair I have sit in since I was little. The girls are on the couch, and mom and dad are sitting on the love seat. Everyone still have their pajamas on, and messy hair is at its finest. We open all our presents, take all our lovey pictures, and headed to get ready for lunch on my mom’s