A Christmas Memory
...randparents to pick out a Christmas tree and then help them decorate it on Christmas Eve. I always loved picking out the Christmas tree, but my favorite part of Christmas Eve was helping my Grandma cook. Every year we would make spaghetti with lobster, clams, muscles, and every other type of seafood you can think of together. The banging and clanging (onomatopoeia) of the pots and pans would start very early in the morning and last until dinner time. The food was always delicious and I could never stop eating it. I would take platefuls that could feed a horse (hyperbole). It was like the food was calling out to me (personification) to eat it. When I was in fifth grade I lost the magic of Christmas. That year we didn’t go to Hick’s to see the display and take pictures with Santa. This was upsetting to me because I always looked forward to going, but it wasn’t quite as upsetting as what would happen the rest of the holiday season that year. When we arrived at my grandparents’ house on Christmas Eve that year, the Christmas tree had already been bought and decorated, and all of the food cooked. I remember asking my Grandma why they had done this and she replied, “We had a little extra time on our hands this year,” (meiosis) since her and my grandfather were both retired. Then Christmas Day came along. I opened all of my presents as usual and started to play with some of the toys I had gotten. Then my parents said they had to tell me something very important. They told me that there was no such thing as Santa. I couldn’t believe that they would do this to me. Of all the times they could tell me this they chose Christmas morning. I knew it was true but I didn’t want to believe that this was the last time “Santa” would visit my house. It seemed to me like nothing would ever be the same. Later on that day we went to my Aunt Eileen’s house for dinner. My Nana and Popa, other aunts and uncles, and cousins were there as well. While I was talking to my Nana, telling her what I had gotten from “Santa”, she started to look pale. I asked her if she was feeling alright and she said she was having some trouble breathing. I was scared and went to get my Mom. She told my Nana that she should get some rest and took her to my cousin Debbie’s room. All of my aunts and uncles went to Debbie’s room to see what was happening. No one would tell me what was going on. I could see my mom looking through my Nana’s purse. Then I saw her on the phone. I figured she was calling a doctor. Finally everyone left my Nana alone in Debbie’s room. My mom told me that she was going to have to bring my Nana to the hospital to find out why she was having trouble breathing. I star...