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Santa Claus gets a very long wish list from the Christensen house every Christmas. I am the oldest of six children, with one brother and four sisters. Normally each child would get a few small items from Santa Claus such as a barbie doll or jewelry for the girls, and a t shirt or video game for the boys. However, on one particular Christmas, I talked my siblings into “pooling” their wishes into a single “big ticket” item. We all wanted Santa to bring us a trampoline.
I wouldn’t say that we are poor, but with six kids, and a stay at home mom, trampolines are usually out of the question. I coached my youngest sister, Brianna, to only ask for a trampoline. At age 3, I do not think she even knew what a trampoline was. The rest of my siblings
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My siblings and I were consigned to the fact that this year, we would not get a trampoline.
On Christmas morning, my siblings and I woke up early and we eagerly waited in our rooms for our parents to come tell us that Santa Claus had come! We lined up in age order to come down the stairs into the family room. We were all ecstatic when we saw that not only did we get a trampoline, but there was one set up in the family room! The fourteen foot wide round trampoline sat four feet off the ground and took up the majority of the space in the family room. The couches and the chairs had been moved into the kitchen in order to get it to fit. Luckily, our family room has a 20 foot tall ceiling.
For the entire two weeks that we had off of school, we spent most of our time bouncing up and down on the trampoline in the house while it was below freezing outside. When our cousins came over, they were jealous to see that we had a new trampoline, and especially jealous that it was set up inside of our
In The Santa Clause when Charlie and Scott first go to the North Pole, Abby the elf talks about the North Pole to Scott saying, “Kids don’t have to see this place to know that it’s real. They just know.” This strikes home for children under the age of six, as the book states in chapter 6, “They believe that effective wishing takes a great deal of skill, and perhaps magic, but that it can be done. In related fashion, many believe that getting in good with Santa Clause can make their hopes come true.” Which correlates perfectly with a study which concluded that the average kid stops believing in Santa around six and a half, and seven-years’-old (Madrigal, 2012). Anyways, Charlie experiences a lot of stress and happiness throughout the movie because of the bioecological model, whether the stress or happiness is due to the microsystem or chronosystem.
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.
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Through extensive research and quoted material, this paper will display how the legend of Santa Claus has grown and developed through history to become a modern day icon of the Christmas holiday season.
Eight and a half hours away in Destin, Florida, my family went camping at Topsail Hill Campground. We go camping with our family friends every Thanksgiving, who have 3 older boys who love to do daring stunts on their bikes. So, my brother and I decided we wanted to try some too. We went into the middle of the forest where there was a path near a steep drop that was perfect for biking. We started off easy and did some bunny hops and wheelies to get warmed up. Suddenly, I had this great idea to learn how to ride without my hands. My brother and I kept practicing all day. I eventually got the hang of it, but my brother was getting very frustrated because he couldn't get it. He was getting so mad and reckless that he slipped and feel down the steep hill getting clobbered by his bike. Luckily, he didn't break anything, except for his bike. What we didn't see was the huddle of turkeys staring my brother down ten feet away from him. The turkeys starting slowly walking towards the little traumatized boy lying on the dirt, and eventually started pecking at him. The other three boys and I ran down there to shoo them away from my brother. Once it was all settled down we laughed about it and told our parents. That was my favorite Thanksgiving memory.
The spirits of all three shall strive within me! Oh Jacob Marley! Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this. I say it on my knees, old Jacob, on my knees!” The text states that Scrooge was extremely flustered and definitely glowing with satisfying intentions. The text also states that he had been sobbing violently in his conflict with the spirit, and his face was wet with tears. Scrooge talks about being unquestionably happy and cheerful and he wishes a merry Christmas to all and happy New Year to everyone on Earth. Scrooge also talks about how he doesn’t know what day of the month it is and that he doesn’t know how long he had been with the spirits, he compares himself to a baby because of this. He walks down to town and sees a boy and asks him the question, what day is it. The boy replied with “ Today? Why, it’s Christmas day” Scrooge realizes that he hasn’t missed it and that the spirits have done it all in one night! Scrooge talks about the boy being very delightful and how it’s a pleasure to talk to him. According to the text, Scrooge tells the boy to go buy the immense prize turkey for him and bring it back to him and he will give him a shilling and half a crown. After the boy has taken off to buy the turkey, Scrooge says, “ I’ll send it to Bob Cratchit’s! He shan’t know who sends it. It’s twice the size of Tiny Tim. Joe Miller never made such a joke as sending it Bob’s will be!” That day, Scrooge is nice and happy to everyone he sees on his way to church. Based on what the text says, Scrooge arrives at his nephew's home after church. He asks their housekeeper where he would find him and he pokes his head into the door, his nephew, Fred, says “ Why bless my soul! Who’s there?” Scrooge replies with “ It’s I. Your uncle Scrooge. I have come to dinner. Will you let me in, Fred?” So, Fred lets
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One might ask, where did the tradition Santa Claus come from? The answer to this question unfortunately is not quite as straight forward. Somehow this tradition wove itself into the holiday season during the 4th century from Turkey, where a wealthy bishop, by the name of Nicholas habitually gave gifts to children. Following the death of Nicholas, he was honored as a saint, Sinter Nikolass, and a holiday was established in honor of him on December 6th. Dutch people in the Netherlands later shortened the saint's name to Sinter Klaas, which eventually evolved into Santa Claus in the US following Dutch i...
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.
Meeting the Ghost of Christmas Past begins the first stage of Scrooge’s transformation: regretting his actions. When Scrooge is shown his younger self alone in his classroom on Christmas, he regrets chasing a Christmas caroler away from his door. The Spirit skips ahead a few years to show him a happier time. His sweet little sister Fan arrives to take him home, and this is his first Christmas in a long time that is spent with family. Unfortunately, Scrooge doesn’t see it that way; seeing this scene makes him “uneasy in his mind” as he thinks about the way he treats his nephew Fred. Instead of treating him like his only family member, Scrooge denies invitations to Christmas dinner every year and is rude whenever Fred speaks to him. He doesn’t have time to dwell on this for long, however; Scrooge has many other important things to think...
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.
Taking a fresh piece of paper from the stack at the teacher's table, he proceeds to write his letter to the magical man called Santa to request what he wanted for Christmas. He was sure he was going to get his present; he's been good all year long. He finished his food, said his pleases and thank yous and always respected the elderly. So he was bound to be on the nice list!
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.
My most memorable Christmas is one from my past. I was about six years old. I clearly remember sitting in class on the last day of school before Christmas vacation anticipating the bell to ring and signify that the classes were finally over. As the bell rang, I ran out of that class, and once I got home I was ready in an instant to leave for my grandmother’s where I would spend my holidays. It was a two hour drive to my grandmother’s house. I was very impatient throughout the entire drive. I couldn’t wait to see my grandma, my cousin, and my aunts. To make things better, however, snow started to fall filling me with hopes of a snowball fight the next day.