“One foot in front of the other”, I mumbled to myself as a roaring gust of frigid, icy air whisked my breath away and stole each syllable that left my numb lips and viciously tossed them into the blaring city streets. Shivering and trembling with each prolonged, damp footstep, I timidly turned myself to the follow the path of my lost words. As I glanced over the heaping mounds of glistening snow, I found the heart of the hustle and bustle of the city. Street to street and alley to alley, drivers of various cars were frantically swerving on the slick winter roads and recklessly veering in and out of lanes of heavy traffic. Each hasty driver attempting to grasp their steering wheel, hammer their horn, and rush across town to their next destination.
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One after another, each footprint vanishes from my sight as I journey to create another one. In the distance, there are still many mounds of untouched snow that I must venture through in order to arrive at my final, much awaited destination, which was my Grandpa’s house for my family’s Christmas party. Just the thought going to my Grandpa Ray’s house sparked past Christmas memories that I would cherish forever. For instance, every year my Grandpa and I would go shopping together hunting for the perfect Christmas presents for each of my beloved family members. After an entire day's worth of shopping, both of us would spend relentless hours together delicately wrapping each present, and one by one, finishing each thoughtfully-picked out gift with an exquisite, hand-tied bow. Over each present we wrapped, we giggled, shared stories, and he usually told me special memories of my talented grandmother, who unfortunately passed away. Present after present, we wrapped and placed each one under the shimmering Christmas tree making more memories together. At the end of the enduring night, the living room floor would be covered with various strips of glossy, crumpled wrapping paper, acting as if it was my Grandpa Ray’s new carpet. Finally, at our annual family Christmas party, everyone opened their gift, and together, my grandpa and I watched their faces beam with an ear-to-ear smile across my …show more content…
Shivering, my cousins and I huddled around to my grandpa, while my dad was frantically calling 911. I hear the horrific sound of shattering glass, and hot tears began to stream off my now numb cheeks. Sirens and the sense of panic filled the once joyful air, while the red and blue lights of the police cars reflected off the once white snow. My grandpa rushed to the cops, but I was confused and did not understand why Grandpa carried me into the alley when Santa was here. I was trying to listen to their conversation, but instead I heard mumbling and the blaring sirens. I curiously observed the cops who were following footprints in the snow. Using the street light as my guide, I went curiously around the house, up the slick steps, and that where I found Grandpa in tears. As I inspect the living room, the Christmas tree is knocked over and all of its ornaments are shattered. The stocking were shredded in pieces and empty, and our presents are nowhere to be
One after another, each footprint vanishes from my sight as I journey to create another one. In the distance, there are still many mounds of untouched snow that I must venture through in order to arrive at my final, much awaited destination, which was my Grandpa’s house for my family’s Christmas party. Just the thought going to my Grandpa Ray’s house sparked past Christmas memories that I would cherish forever. For instance, every year my Grandpa and I would go shopping together hunting for the perfect Christmas presents for each of my beloved family members. After an entire day's worth of shopping, both of us would spend relentless hours together delicately wrapping each present, and one by one, finishing each thoughtfully-picked out gift with an exquisite, hand-tied bow. Over each present we wrapped, we giggled, shared stories, and he usually told me special memories of my talented grandmother, who unfortunately passed away. Present after present, we wrapped and placed each one under the shimmering Christmas tree making more memories together. At the end of the enduring night, the living room floor would be covered with various strips of glossy, crumpled wrapping paper, acting as if it was my Grandpa Ray’s new carpet. Finally, at our annual family Christmas party, everyone opened their gift, and together, my grandpa and I watched their faces beam with an ear-to-ear smile across my …show more content…
Shivering, my cousins and I huddled around to my grandpa, while my dad was frantically calling 911. I hear the horrific sound of shattering glass, and hot tears began to stream off my now numb cheeks. Sirens and the sense of panic filled the once joyful air, while the red and blue lights of the police cars reflected off the once white snow. My grandpa rushed to the cops, but I was confused and did not understand why Grandpa carried me into the alley when Santa was here. I was trying to listen to their conversation, but instead I heard mumbling and the blaring sirens. I curiously observed the cops who were following footprints in the snow. Using the street light as my guide, I went curiously around the house, up the slick steps, and that where I found Grandpa in tears. As I inspect the living room, the Christmas tree is knocked over and all of its ornaments are shattered. The stocking were shredded in pieces and empty, and our presents are nowhere to be