It was Christmas Eve and the snow from outside continued to fall.
Jessica, a 17-year old girl, sat in her room looking out the window at the falling snow. She thought about how she didn’t have a lot of excitement going on in her life lately and that there were so many other things going on around her that she wanted to be doing with friends or family. However, this year just sitting by herself seemed like it would be enough for her because she was feeling lonely. Her phone rang and when Jessica answered, all she heard was static. Suddenly, there were sounds coming from behind her door followed by an explosion! “AHHH!” screamed Jessica as she ran downstairs only to find small gingerbread men running around
It was Christmas time in the small town of Bettystown. Every year, all the residents gather together to get into the holiday spirit by decorating their homes with lights, singing carols, and exchanging gifts. But this year something seemed off…
Everyone had a big smile on their face but nobody was talking or giving each other hugs which should have been normal for this festive season. As you went through the streets you noticed that many people were wearing ugly sweaters! You knew something wasn’t right so you decided to do some investigating.
I was sitting in my living room, sipping on eggnog and watching the snow fall outside when I got a knock at the door. It was Mrs. Claus! She had this really big smile on her face, but then she looked down at my Ugly Christmas Sweater that said “It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas” and asked what it meant. I told her that I thought she would like it because of how much work she does for us during the holidays. She laughed (not in an ugly way) and gave me a hug before handing me an envelope with some money inside…
It was Christmas Eve and the whole family was gathered around the living room to open presents. They all watched in anticipation as mom handed out their gifts, but when it came time for dad’s gift they were all staring at each other with confusion on their faces. Dad had never given anyone a present before and there wasn’t any indication of what he would get them this year so everyone remained silent until finally someone spoke up, “Dad don’t you have something for us?” The whole family groaned in frustration while daddy just smiled and said “you’ll find out later tonight.” As soon as dinner finished they all piled into the car to head over to grandma’s house where she lived now after grandpa passed away last year. While driving down
I’m not sure about this whole Christmas thing. I mean, my sister said Santa Claus is elves and the Easter Bunny is a rabbit. But what about Rudolph? What’s he a reindeer with a red nose or some kind of bird with big feet? And why do they have to kill him for meat when they can just eat something else that doesn’t have antlers and fly around in the sky all year long?
And then there’s Jesus. He was born on December 25th but from what I’ve been told from my church, not everyone celebrates it because it isn’t in their calendar or something like that. Then why does somebody need to be born at that time every year if nobody really cares anyway? It