When I think of the holiday season I immediately think of home cooked meals, hot chocolate, and family. I have always loved the holiday season because of all the warm feelings it evokes. Unfortunately, a few years ago, we had to do Christmas completely different because my grandfather was in the hospital. I was devastated; my family isn’t very close, but I could always count on everyone coming together for a true Christmas dinner. The walk to my Grandfather’s room seemed to take forever, but when I finally got there I realized holiday dinners could still be perfect because it is not the number of people in the family that matters, it is the bond we all share that counts. Walking up to the hospital felt different, colder even, and not just
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“At about this time they are getting ready to serve dinner, so I would say he’s rearranging everything his sisters put on the table.” My mom laughed, “Gosh, I could just imagine the uproar! I bet his sister is threatening to kick him out of the room.”
I laughed to myself, imagining my aunt getting frustrated, so annoyed that her perfectly organized place settings are being moved. She was always crazy about that stuff, everything had to be a certain way, and if it wasn’t she immediately fixed it. The laughter suddenly stopped; we had finally reached the elevator, which meant it was game time.
My sister and I always raced to see to who would press the little up button on the elevator. I started to walk faster, quickly looking back and forth between my sister and the elevator door.
“I’m going to get there first this time,” I told my sister in the most mocking sing-song kind of voice.
“Oh yeah, we’ll just see about that.” My sister sneered, clearly determined to win.
We both reached the door at the same time, slamming our hands against the button and then yelping in pain after we realized just how hard we had hit it. The elevator eventually opened with a soft ding. My mom gave my sister and I a disapproving but smug look as we stepped inside, both of us nursing our hands which were still burning from the …show more content…
Then I took a closer look at my family and that’s when I realized we could still have a wonderful holiday evening. My dad was softly whistling, my mom was talking about what she had planned for the visit, and my sister began to make a joke about another visitor’s mismatched outfit. In those few moments, watching my family be their normal selves, I realized that I didn’t need all of the fancy decorations and having the whole family together to have a wonderful celebration. All I needed was the few family members that are closest to me. It’s the strong connection we share that allows us to make the best of any situation and especially the
“At about this time they are getting ready to serve dinner, so I would say he’s rearranging everything his sisters put on the table.” My mom laughed, “Gosh, I could just imagine the uproar! I bet his sister is threatening to kick him out of the room.”
I laughed to myself, imagining my aunt getting frustrated, so annoyed that her perfectly organized place settings are being moved. She was always crazy about that stuff, everything had to be a certain way, and if it wasn’t she immediately fixed it. The laughter suddenly stopped; we had finally reached the elevator, which meant it was game time.
My sister and I always raced to see to who would press the little up button on the elevator. I started to walk faster, quickly looking back and forth between my sister and the elevator door.
“I’m going to get there first this time,” I told my sister in the most mocking sing-song kind of voice.
“Oh yeah, we’ll just see about that.” My sister sneered, clearly determined to win.
We both reached the door at the same time, slamming our hands against the button and then yelping in pain after we realized just how hard we had hit it. The elevator eventually opened with a soft ding. My mom gave my sister and I a disapproving but smug look as we stepped inside, both of us nursing our hands which were still burning from the …show more content…
Then I took a closer look at my family and that’s when I realized we could still have a wonderful holiday evening. My dad was softly whistling, my mom was talking about what she had planned for the visit, and my sister began to make a joke about another visitor’s mismatched outfit. In those few moments, watching my family be their normal selves, I realized that I didn’t need all of the fancy decorations and having the whole family together to have a wonderful celebration. All I needed was the few family members that are closest to me. It’s the strong connection we share that allows us to make the best of any situation and especially the