Excitement. It fizzed through my veins. Each member of our family was positioned in their own corner of the living room surrounded by brightly coloured presents. Each present was delicately wrapped. The tree was positioned to the side of the room. Coloured candy cans hung off its thick branches. The tinsel and lights were draped around the tree. Music played faintly in the background. I listened to the Christmassy songs happily.
Every girl in the family wore their Sunday best dress. The man of the house wore a suit. Each person looked as pretty as the sunset as it lowered itself over the seas.
Breathing in I could smell the delicious Christmas dinner cooking. A turkey bulged with stuffing in the oven. The potatoes and Brussels sprouts were already laid out on the table. Wine proudly sat in the center of the table. I could almost already hear the ‘pop’ as the Kids Champagne was opened. The apple strudel and custard was laid on the counter.
Two DVDs lay on top of the TV where we would watch them until late in the night. We’d stuff our faces with popcorn and sweets as we watched ‘A Christmas Carol’s’ events unfold before our eager eyes.
Exclaims of thanks and joy were traded as the presents were opened. Some were big, some small, some square and some round. My final present was a square, small and very suspicious looking. I carefully unfolded it under everyones watching gaze. It was a DS. Tear s of joy bubbled over my eyelids and dripped onto my cheeks.
We danced to the Christmas music, twisting and twirling around the floor. April whipped mistletoe over our parents’ heads and they laughed. Happily they kissed and danced. At one point I stopped dancing and stroked the freshly baked gingerbread man’s body.
“Go on,” my mother said, “take one.” Before she could change her mind I shoved it in my mouth, relishing over its sweet, sugary taste.
We had time to play with our gifts before dinner. I could hear Simone giggling and chuckling to herself as she played with her presents. Tamara and April were laughing and whispering amongst themselves. My Mum was occupied adding the finishing touches to dinner while my Dad videoed all of us.
Finally dinner was ready. It looked so magical it took my breath away. The previously plain looking wooden table was covered by a beautiful white tablecloth. Gingerbread men and candy canes were strewn across the table. I knew Mum wouldn’t let us eat those until after dinner. Apple strudel smothered in warm custard waited patiently in the oven. Plates and plates of food were heaped upon the table. If I didn’t know any better I would’ve guessed the table was straining from the weight. A mixture of sweet and warm odours reached my nose. I breathed in deeply. After praying and posing for photos we were finally allowed to eat. I secretly smiled to myself. I would remember this day forever!
Excitement. It fizzed through my veins. Each member of our family was positioned in their own corner of the living room surrounded by brightly coloured presents. Each present was delicately wrapped. The tree was positioned to the side of the room. Coloured candy cans hung off its thick branches. The tinsel and lights were draped around the tree. Music played faintly in the background. I listened to the Christmassy songs happily.
Every girl in the family wore their Sunday best dress. The man of the house wore a suit. Each person looked as pretty as the sunset as it lowered itself over the seas.
Breathing in I could smell the delicious Christmas dinner cooking. A turkey bulged with stuffing in the oven. The potatoes and Brussels sprouts were already laid out on the table. Wine proudly sat in the center of the table. I could almost already hear the ‘pop’ as the Kids Champagne was opened. The apple strudel and custard was laid on the counter.
Two DVDs lay on top of the TV where we would watch them until late in the night. We’d stuff our faces with popcorn and sweets as we watched ‘A Christmas Carol’s’ events unfold before our eager eyes.
Exclaims of thanks and joy were traded as the presents were opened. Some were big, some small, some square and some round. My final present was a square, small and very suspicious looking. I carefully unfolded it under everyones watching gaze. It was a DS. Tear s of joy bubbled over my eyelids and dripped onto my cheeks.
We danced to the Christmas music, twisting and twirling around the floor. April whipped mistletoe over our parents’ heads and they laughed. Happily they kissed and danced. At one point I stopped dancing and stroked the freshly baked gingerbread man’s body.
“Go on,” my mother said, “take one.” Before she could change her mind I shoved it in my mouth, relishing over its sweet, sugary taste.
We had time to play with our gifts before dinner. I could hear Simone giggling and chuckling to herself as she played with her presents. Tamara and April were laughing and whispering amongst themselves. My Mum was occupied adding the finishing touches to dinner while my Dad videoed all of us.
Finally dinner was ready. It looked so magical it took my breath away. The previously plain looking wooden table was covered by a beautiful white tablecloth. Gingerbread men and candy canes were strewn across the table. I knew Mum wouldn’t let us eat those until after dinner. Apple strudel smothered in warm custard waited patiently in the oven. Plates and plates of food were heaped upon the table. If I didn’t know any better I would’ve guessed the table was straining from the weight. A mixture of sweet and warm odours reached my nose. I breathed in deeply. After praying and posing for photos we were finally allowed to eat. I secretly smiled to myself. I would remember this day forever!
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