Christmas Memories December 22, 2011

This is more Composition homework. The last composition homework until NEXT YEAR!!!!

Christmas is one of my favorite holidays. I love smelling the cinnamon and spice. I love hearing the sweet sound of Christmas carols coming from a nearby iPod. When I look at the drifting snow floating down to the frozen ground, I can almost see the intricate patterns of each small snowflake. I step outside sometimes and feel the frosty air blowing harshly against my pink face. This time of year is truly special.
I see two little, brown headed girls, who are my sisters, dancing around the red and white, furry carpet by the Christmas tree. The grass green tree glistens with tiny, twinkling colored lights. My dad puts up a pure white snowman ornament on the tree. She wears a bright pink toboggan on her head that says “Baby’s 1st Christmas”. My mom is sitting on the black leather chair on the opposite side of the room with her snowflake pattern pajama pants on. She is snapping pictures of all of the exciting events. The whole room is filled with glee.
I hear the delighted, ringing laughter of my two sisters. It is a cheery sort of laughter; not the kind of laughter you hear after listening to a joke. There are pans clanging and crashing into each other. The sound is coming loud and clear from the kitchen down the short hallway. The icicles hanging outside are falling with a soft poof of snow. The bells hanging from the door jingle jangle with a nice, loud ringing. All of the sounds are merry and bright.
As I walk down the hall into the kitchen, I smell the warm apple cider bubbling on the stove. I smell the sweet smell of hot cocoa with sugary marshmallows. The gingerbread house sitting on the counter has a spicy scent that mingles with the yummy smell of icing and candies sitting elegantly on top of it. There are candies and chocolates piled up on the table in glass dishes; they smell heavenly.
Outside, the snow is falling slowly and I run out to catch it on my bare tongue. I pull on my knitted gray hat and breathe in the cold, frozen air. The warmth of my gloves makes me feel cozy, even though I am outside in the winter weather. I always dream of a white Christmas. That year, I got just what I asked for.

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