Amita Bose
Mr. Salsich
English 8
December 9, 2008
Mr. Salsich
English 8
December 9, 2008
Perfection on Christmas Morning:
An Essay about a Treasured Christmas Memory
If asked, most people will probably reply that their favorite Christmas memory is one filled with family, friends, heaps of laughter, and glowing bliss all around, but for me, this is not the case. My favorite Christmas memory is one of solitude and quite contentment. This memory took place in the wee hours of Christmas Day, when the sun had not yet risen in the dark sky, yet I was wide awake. I will always remember sitting in front of our radiant Christmas tree in the early morning when I was seven years old.
TS My favorite holiday memory is of the time I spent downstairs in front of our twinkling Christmas tree as white snow fell silently beyond the frosted windows. SD The house was silent except for the gentle ticking of clocks and the sporadic crackle from the radiator. CM This kind of tranquility is a rare treasure in our house, and I was lucky enough to stumble upon it during the most perfect moment. CM As I sat in front the tree, bathed in its blue, yellow, red, and green glow, the bobbles shimmered, and the puppets danced overhead on lush branches. CM I was able to truly appreciate the sheer beauty of the moment in the silence that accompanies the dawn hours of a lazy December day. SD Also, the moment was further enhanced by the feelings of intimacy and secrecy that passed between my surroundings and me. CM I knew that no one had sat where I sat, admired the tree the way I did, or appreciated it more than myself. I knew that I was the first to do these things, and my new adventure was a secret to be kept locked away in my mind and known only by the Christmas tree that watched my endeavor. CS I would have loved to spend all day sitting in front of the Christmas tree, admiring its astounding beauty, but as the sun started to peek over the horizon, I returned to my bad, lest the magical memory be tainted by disturbances.
Everyone has different memories that mean everything to them. Some memories are filled with happiness, rambunctious antics, and pealing laughter, but others are quiet, peaceful and filled with magic. My favorite holiday memory is filled with perfect moments that allowed me to realize the beauty of my surroundings. I will never forget the amazing time I spent seated before our beautiful Christmas tree, as I waited for the dawn of a day filled with joy.
An Essay about a Treasured Christmas Memory
If asked, most people will probably reply that their favorite Christmas memory is one filled with family, friends, heaps of laughter, and glowing bliss all around, but for me, this is not the case. My favorite Christmas memory is one of solitude and quite contentment. This memory took place in the wee hours of Christmas Day, when the sun had not yet risen in the dark sky, yet I was wide awake. I will always remember sitting in front of our radiant Christmas tree in the early morning when I was seven years old.
TS My favorite holiday memory is of the time I spent downstairs in front of our twinkling Christmas tree as white snow fell silently beyond the frosted windows. SD The house was silent except for the gentle ticking of clocks and the sporadic crackle from the radiator. CM This kind of tranquility is a rare treasure in our house, and I was lucky enough to stumble upon it during the most perfect moment. CM As I sat in front the tree, bathed in its blue, yellow, red, and green glow, the bobbles shimmered, and the puppets danced overhead on lush branches. CM I was able to truly appreciate the sheer beauty of the moment in the silence that accompanies the dawn hours of a lazy December day. SD Also, the moment was further enhanced by the feelings of intimacy and secrecy that passed between my surroundings and me. CM I knew that no one had sat where I sat, admired the tree the way I did, or appreciated it more than myself. I knew that I was the first to do these things, and my new adventure was a secret to be kept locked away in my mind and known only by the Christmas tree that watched my endeavor. CS I would have loved to spend all day sitting in front of the Christmas tree, admiring its astounding beauty, but as the sun started to peek over the horizon, I returned to my bad, lest the magical memory be tainted by disturbances.
Everyone has different memories that mean everything to them. Some memories are filled with happiness, rambunctious antics, and pealing laughter, but others are quiet, peaceful and filled with magic. My favorite holiday memory is filled with perfect moments that allowed me to realize the beauty of my surroundings. I will never forget the amazing time I spent seated before our beautiful Christmas tree, as I waited for the dawn of a day filled with joy.
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