Once upon a time in a north pole long ago there lived santa and all his elves. Christmas was always a success for santa. Christmas is coming, there are lots of presents that are still needing wrapped. Everyday all day the elves would work for hours and hours. One day santa went down to see how the presents were coming. As the elves are wrapping presents they start to disappear! Santa is very worried that the presents won’t be ready in time for Christmas. “Where are all the elves going?” Santa shouted.
Santa was so nervous that he started sending out the police eleves to go search for the others. Santa was missing two hundred elves. He needed every elf, so the presents would be ready on Christmas eve. It was the day before Christmas eve and no had returned. Soon enough santa knew what happened to all of the elves. Jack frost was stealing the elves, trying to ruin Christmas again. Jack frost always tried to steal his elves every Christmas year.
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He knew that he wasn’t gonna get away with this problem at last. As santa was waking up from his morning nap. Santa set off to find all his elves. He took all his eight reindeer to on a search for his elves. On his way going through the North pole he ran into some bad weather. Santa’s sled went straight to the ground. Santa never knew how to fix his sleigh it was something he never learned. Luckily santa had a elf that must have been in his sled looking for some tools. The elf fixed santas sleigh. Santa set off, hopefully for the last time to go look for his missing elves. Santa never gave up, half of the reason he never gave up was because of the spirit of Christmas. Whenever santa had a bad feeling about his elves. Santa would get butterflies in his stomach. Santa started getting butterflies and knew that something was wrong with all his missing
Dr. Seuss's original fable is a simple story told with a great moral that criticizes the commercialization of Christmas. The original story features an “Ebenezer Scrooge” type creature that lives up the mountains outside "Whoville." The Grinch indulges himself in the annual ritual of spoiling everyone's festivities with a series of nasty pranks. This particular year however he plans to sabotage the holiday season by dressing as Santa Claus, clim...
Evidently, myths have become the culprit of traditions. That being said, the contemporary and ancient myths of Santa Claus and Krampus can only be understood by determining the elements that devise their entireties. Both narratives involve elements of opposition, trickery, mythemes, repetition, symbols, and ritualistic processes all of which support the structure of each holiday myth and tradition. Overall, the individual elements facilitate a valid, detailed compare and contrast analysis when examining the myths of Santa Claus and Krampus in a North American culture.
On Christmas Eve , Scrooge is gone by a progression of ghosts,starting with his old business accomplice, Jacob Marley. The three spirits follow,the Ghosts of Past , Christmas present and Christmas future ,show how his ,mean conduct has influenced everyone around him. Toward the finish of the story ,he is soothed to find that there is still time for him to change and we see him changed into a liberal and kind hearted person.
Elf starts out with the introduction to the life of Buddy, an orphaned baby, who would mistakenly crawl into Santa’s sack on Christmas Eve. Buddy would be raised on the North Pole but would soon realize that this wasn’t his place. Santa soon revealed that his true father was still alive, lived in the New York, and most importantly was on the naughty list.
Those three spirits visited each day to haunt him about his Christmas. Eventually, he traveled with two of the three spirits, but when the spirit of Christmas Future arrived, Mr. Scrooge realized that he would die in a few years. Ebenezer begged for mercy and promised to celebrate Christmas with joy and festivity. (Dickens 7-32) After the haunting with the spirits, Mr. Scrooge woke up and asked a boy what day it was. When the little boy, Adam, replied that it was Christmas, he ordered the boy to purchase the humongous bird at the poultry shop.
The Ghost takes him to the Cratchit's house first. At the house, Scrooge sees a lot. He sees that Tiny Tim is hurt and he wants to know why. The Ghost tells him that Tiny Tim has a disease and that he doesn't have enough to eat so it just gets worst and worst. Scrooge is curious about why Tiny Tim doesn't eat that much. The Ghost of Christmas Present tells Scrooge that because you only give Bob Cratchit 15 shillings he can only provide so much for his family. Scrooge started feeling so guilty because he knows he has the power to give more money to the Cratchits. Mr. Cratchit gives a toast about Scrooge and Mrs. Cratchit got upset because Scrooge has done nothing to help this family. Bob Cratchit defends Scrooge and says that he still believes in Scrooge. Scrooge feels guilty because after all that could and has happened Bob Cratchit still believes in him. The Ghost then takes Scrooge to see his nephew Fred. Everyone in the room with him is saying mean and cruel things about Scrooge and Fred defends him. He stands up for him and shows that he still believes in him. Scrooge feels really guilty because both of these people still believe in him and all he does is treat them
As the reindeer got hooked up to the sleigh the helpful elves shook the bells on the reins, as they shook them everyone made a large uproar of joyful cheers and laughter. The main boy realizes that he is unable to hear the wonderful sounds made by the bells. As the bells are shaken more and more one particular silver bell falls from the harness and rolls right to the boy, he picks it up and shakes it and hears nothing, he repeats to himself “i believe, i believe.” he shakes it once more and finally hears it’s sweet sound. Hearing the bell and seeing Santa Claus, finally diminished his doubts about the magic of the Polar Express, Christmas, and Santa. Just before heading home the boy realizes he had lost the bell given to him by Santa. On Christmas morning his sister found one small box under the tree with the silver bell inside with a note from Santa, reassuring to the boy that his journey was real and in fact not a dream, and reminding him that seeing is believing. Even as an adult the boy could still hear the bells beautiful
Most people know the story of Santa. While there are many different versions, the gist of it is the night before Christmas, while children are sleeping, a fat man slips down the chimney to distribute gifts to boys and girls that have been good all year. The story was meant to bring hope and joy to children. It was a tale of giving and of love. However, as time goes on characters change, sometimes for better, and sometimes they take a turn for the worst.
Everybody knows why the Grinch stole Christmas. The Grinch was an orphan. He came from another planet far, far away maybe there was not enough air on that little dwarf planet. Not even enough for a mouse. This is why he fell off the planet and landed on an old ladies couch. She was very nice but Santa didn’t know he existed because he landed there on Christmas Eve after Santa had already made his rounds.
He ran straight into the humans' kitchen and squeeeeezed into the cabinet. He started rummaging through all the boxes until... he found it! The box of sugar cookie mix! He heard it was Mr. Santa's favorite.
Seen in the right light, Santa is not a lie; he’s a mystery. And it’s up to each little boy and girl to unravel the mystery for
Carols, snow, mistletoe, cookies and milk. These are all synonymous with the Christmas season. However, for many, the true staple of Christmas is Santa Claus. Every child has felt the joy of Christmas Eve, spending time with family, leaving treats out for Santa, tossing and turning in their beds in anticipation for old St. Nick’s arrival. Although what Santa does is well known, his origins are slightly less familiar to most. The man we identify with Christmas has developed over a long time and has encountered many changes. “The original St. Nicholas is for the most part a shadowy figure, lost in historical mists and religious myths. (Myers 318).
In today's world, Santa has been completely discredited. Standing as a source of entertainment just for fun. His naughty or nice list crumbled up and tossed in the trash. Even knowing right
A few days later, my family were all gathered around for lunch when Emily began questioning me about Santa Claus. She appeared so enthusiastic and happy for Christmas that I did not want to ruin it for her. So I started telling her about The North Pole and the flying reindeers and anything associated with Santa. Deep down, I chastised myself for tricking her, but I thought a little white lie will not hurt anyone. I looked up and my mom gave me “the look”, and I knew that was not a good sign.
Ah, to be a kid again. How wonderful it would be to relive the magic of Christmas. Don’t get me wrong, I have always been a kid at heart and a true lover of Christmas. But as we get older and we realize that Santa Claus and the North Pole were just stories our parents told us so we’d behave, Christmas starts to lose that magical feeling. No matter how much we might still love it, Christmastime just isn’t the same as when we were young. And at a time of all the aggravating shopping hustle and bustle, dents in the pockets, headaches, traffic jams and long lines, I begin to realize that God has sent me the most magical Christmas gift of all, a beautiful three year old whom I can relive Christmas in all over. Through my child’s eyes, I see myself each time his face lights up at the sight of Santa, and I feel his anticipation each morning as he faithfully opens up one more window on the Christmas calendar. Tonight, as we decorate the tree, I admiringly watched his tiny fingers delicately place each of the ornaments on all the same branches until they drooped to the floor. So proud of his work, I secretly placed some elsewhere, as to not hurt his feelings, and wondered how many times my own mother had done the same thing. And after a long day of shopping and excitement, I watched his eyelids begin to droop while lying underneath the warm glow of the Christmas tree lights.