Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve at Grandma’s My grandma’s living room, particularly at Christmas time, is one of my favorite places to be. Ever since I was young, I can remember going to my grandma’s house on Christmas Eve and having the time of my life. Every aspect of Christmas Eve at my grandma’s house gives me so much warmth and joy to think about. All the traditions, memories, and laughs that are exchanged on that one night, in that one room, every year, will always remain priceless to me. Growing up, I always

The story of how Santa started giving gifts on Christmas Eve starts, like so many stories of legends, heroes, and myths of the past, long, long ago in a little Mountain village in a far, far away country. The little mountain village is surrounded by a vibrant forest with a variety of trees and animals. In the spring and summer months, it is green and active with wild life. In the winter, the village and the forest are covered with snow. Kris Kringle, is a short jovial man with a big round

Christmas is magical in the eyes of a child. At least, that’s how it was for me. Every year, as the month of December rolled around, the lights were strung and the trees were set up, I sent my letter out with a hopeful heart that Santa would make an appearance on my doorstep on Christmas Eve. The December of 2008 was the year that I wished for an electric scooter. I mailed my wish list to Santa, knowing he would prevail and deliver that Razor electric scooter with a hand brake and fat tires. Christmas

to me. It 's a time of everlasting childhood, exuberance, and selflessness. Christmas Eve, such a wonderful words to hear. Especially this particular Christmas Eve. There was a chill passing by, the twinkling stars cascaded across the black sky. Everything was untroubled and tranquil except for the shrieks of children, clinking of glasses, hushed mumbles of parents, undying laughter, and benevolent goodbyes. Christmas Day was all to close it was only one hour and thirty minutes away. The drive home

This Christmas Eve in Whoville, home of the Whos, was like any other Christmas Eve.The citizens of Whoville were all decorating the town with wonderful items and fancy lights. For Cindy Lou Who, Christmas was the best time of the year, she loved helping put up decorations and participating in the annual Whofestivity. “Wow, look at all the heavy snow and pretty lights!” said Cindy Lou Who as she walked amongst the town. Everyone in Whoville loved the holiday, except for one, The Grinch. He would

hours and hours making and decorating cookies only two days before Christmas? I have because every year on Christmas Eve my mom’s whole side of the family comes to our house for a party. I get to see some cousins that I barely ever get see. We spend the whole day from sunrise to sunset together. Seeing them is amazing because sometimes you don’t realize how much you miss someone until you finally see them again. Every Christmas Eve when we have the party everyone brings an amazing dish and almost

What do you and your family do on Christmas Eve? Do you consider what you do a tradition or maybe even a basic tradition? On Christmas Eve, most families end the night watching a Christmas movie or maybe baking some cookies. But my family does not necessarily go by that. Around ten o'clock my cousins and I gather around the top of my grandparents stairs, waiting for a knock on the door or the sound of bells with our Christmas onesie on. Every year “Santa” pays a visit to my grandparents house with

I love Christmas Eve. Christmas is probably the time of the year where I am the happiest. The best Christmas Eve I have ever spent was with my family and some family friends in the winter of 2014. It was the greatest because I spent it with the boy I was in love with at that time. The only photograph that was captured that night of us was taken right before all the festivities started. We were setting up the music for that night and we took a few seconds to snap a picture on the laptop webcam before

Brian Nowak Foundations Final Essay Christmas Eve: A Dialogue on the Incarnation It was the night before Christmas, a quite winter night, the snow falling softly through the sky like a feather falling through air. Aristotle, Augustine, Thomas Aquinas, and Brian Nowak, were on a stroll though the lights in the neighborhood. The LePain’s left Brian in charge of the guests making sure nothing happen to them while they are out at a Christmas party. As the four of them arrive back at the house, the

I was having a perfect Christmas Eve, I had just hung up my stockings making every single thing straight so when Santa slipped down the chimney it would be perfect. While I was organizing Santa's cookies and milk I started to wonder, was Santa really real? Of course he was real because every year on Christmas Eve he would leave me presents under the tree. I had also seen pictures of him everywhere down town when I was helping my mama Christmas shop. He was also on all kinds of decorations and goodies