Descriptive Grandma's House

On this intensely brisk night, I ponder the evening 's activities that I plan to attend tonight. It 's almost pitch dark outside, but I choose to walk instead of taking a cab to my destination: Grandma 's house. It 's only a couple of miles and I know I can manage the weather for the time being. I stride along the perfectly paved cobblestone path that snow shovels have conveniently made for me. I take keen glances at every detail I see, as far as my eyes can wander. On my right, there are children in the city park building sideways, clumpy snow forts to protect themselves from incoming snowballs. To my left, there 's a little bakery with aromas so heavenly, the wafting scent travels its way through my nostrils; my stomach begins to produce a low growl in response. I know Grandma has cooked me her famous holiday feast and I can hardly wait. Walking through blankets of pure white snow on this merry eve, I realized how much I adore this time of year. After what seems only like a short trek, I stumble upon my Grandma 's house. The path leading up to her front door has bright red and white lit candy canes as if they were handrails on a bridge. The roof has white Christmas lights stapled rigidly in their place along with a Santa Claus statue stuck inside the brick laden chimney. The thing I adore most …show more content…
I throw my paper plate away and down an entire glass of ice water to replenish the drought in my throat. As the night rolls to an end, I find myself baking cookies with my Grandma into shapes of reindeers and Santa Claus and decorating them with red and green icing. I thank my grandmother for another wonderful Christmas holiday and it 's because of her why I adore this time of year immensely. Nothing will ever amount to the ultimate Christmas spirit and holiday cheer that every holiday lover will spread this