Blog #4 - Christmas Memories

My favourite Christmas memory would have to be the ride home from my grandparents house on Christmas Eve. On Christmas Eve, my entire family would gather at my grandparents house to have a Christmas dinner together and celebrate by exchanging presents and laughter. However I was so impatient to get home and go to sleep so that Santa would come with presents that I always rushed my parents. When it was finally time to leave, which always seemed like ages, I would run out the front door and straight into the car. On the way home my parents would roll down the windows and ask “Can you hear that? It’s Jingle Bells from Santa’s sleigh!” My sister and I would first closely listen and then exclaim that we could hear a faint sound even though we couldn’t and we would scan the skies in search of the reindeer. From the back seat we would squeal and scream for my dad to drive faster so we would be get home before Santa got there. When we got home my sister and I would dash into the house and put out the milk and cookies by the fireplace, so excited that we spilled the milk everywhere. We also would put out carrots and water for the reindeer in case they needed a snack. We then would run to our bedrooms and dive into bed all before my parents had even got inside. Falling asleep was next to impossible on Christmas Eve and that Christmas Eve was no exception. Waking up the next morning was such a surprise because I had not even remembered falling asleep. I dashed into my sister’s room and she was already wide awake. I looked at her alarm clock which read 6:30am. Together we ran into my parent’s room and jumped on their bed until they acknowledged the fact that they had to wake up. What a surprise we had when we ran downstairs to find all the presents that Santa had left us.