I don’t remember a time before it came along. The memories go all the way back to foam gingerbread houses and terribly constructed ornaments put together by three kids too young to tie their own shoes. Even to this day I wait in anticipation for it because it is always something fun; something happy. It’s a tradition I always hoped would never fade, but sometimes new traditions come to mix with the old and soon you can’t recall of a moment when they weren’t in tandem. Two years ago one more tradition was added to our little Christmas affair and a year after that something extraordinary happened because of it.
The night was lit by only my phone screen and the street lights that zoomed past. The singing is what made me nervous. I’d made Olivia and Norah go through the songs at least four times. …show more content…
Her first choice would've been to talk all the way to the front porch. A love for conversation is most definitely a prominent trait that runs our family, though talking would have ruined the surprise. We walked quietly up the three steps. The same three steps as always.
Since I’m the oldest, it was my job to hold the personally decorated cookie cake. I had held it the first time too on her 99th Christmas. Three songs came and went with my hands freezing from the December cold. Even though I’m sure we didn’t sound like we belonged in the opera, we knew Granny wouldn’t care. She smiled as we came inside. She made her way back to the couch as Grandma turned the volume down on the TV.
Rosie greeted us at the door wagging her tail and jumping up onto our legs. Happy to see her, I picked her up and all three of us made our way into the small room. The Christmas tree was the biggest and brightest thing in the room. It was a cone of light with specks of color next to the piano. Grandma pulled up a chair across from Granny. I just sat straight on the floor and played tug of war with the dog. Grandma told us to sit down for a
The night was lit by only my phone screen and the street lights that zoomed past. The singing is what made me nervous. I’d made Olivia and Norah go through the songs at least four times. …show more content…
Her first choice would've been to talk all the way to the front porch. A love for conversation is most definitely a prominent trait that runs our family, though talking would have ruined the surprise. We walked quietly up the three steps. The same three steps as always.
Since I’m the oldest, it was my job to hold the personally decorated cookie cake. I had held it the first time too on her 99th Christmas. Three songs came and went with my hands freezing from the December cold. Even though I’m sure we didn’t sound like we belonged in the opera, we knew Granny wouldn’t care. She smiled as we came inside. She made her way back to the couch as Grandma turned the volume down on the TV.
Rosie greeted us at the door wagging her tail and jumping up onto our legs. Happy to see her, I picked her up and all three of us made our way into the small room. The Christmas tree was the biggest and brightest thing in the room. It was a cone of light with specks of color next to the piano. Grandma pulled up a chair across from Granny. I just sat straight on the floor and played tug of war with the dog. Grandma told us to sit down for a