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yep! i am still in a good mood!!! thank you for asking!!! hehehe..
this is something we had to write for english class...and i thought i would share in case you were bored and wanted to read it!!!
Snap, snap, snap. It feels as though we are in our own private photo shoot. Snap, snap. Yes, it is that time of year again, Christmas card picture time. Just hours ago, as I climbed in the car, after school, my mother proceeds to tell us that it was Christmas card picture day. Groans and complaints come from the backseat of the car the entire 2 minute drive home from Hillcrest Elementary School, where I was in Kindergarten. I remember from previous years, that while Christmas card picture day is probably one of my mother’s favorite days of the year, I did not enjoy staying still for what seemed like hours waiting for my mother to take her millions of pictures to ensure that she took one good enough for our Christmas card.
As we reached the welcoming doors of our quaint home on Briarhill Drive, in Ruston, mom took us up to our rooms on the third floor and dressed me and my younger sister, Jordan, who was about 15 months at the time. Of course I was forced against my will to wear matching outfits. Mom then fixed my hair and placed on top of my head a beautiful, green bow, made by my best friend’s mother, Mrs. Robin, who loved to make bows for her daughter and me. I cherish these bows and love wearing them all the time. Mom had the perfect plan for our picture.
She sat me down on the couch, right by the Christmas tree, and placed my sister in my lap. I was then asked to entertain my younger sister while she sets up the rest of the scenery of the picture. Oh gosh, I think to myself, what is she going to do this time? As I try to keep my sister out of my mother’s hair, I think back on previous photos. Two years ago, when we first moved to Ruston, Mom decided that we should have the Christmas card picture outside, off the Interstate, by the “Welcome to Ruston” sign. So mom took me, her only child at the time, out to this sign, and for hours she snapped photos of me, while I froze in the cold weather. Last year, the setting of our Christmas card was taken in this exact same spot, on our couch, except Jordan was only 3 months old.
Ouch! As my memories began to fade away and I snapped back into reality, I realized that my mother had just placed a rather large gift onto my legs and it was cutting off my circulation. “What is going on?” I thought to myself. I looked around and I discovered that my sister and I had been surrounded by presents on every side of me, and I looked down and sure enough my sister was getting into trouble.
“Hilary,” my mother shouts, “you are supposed to be watching her, do not let her open those presents yet!”
“Yes ma’am,” I reply back. As I take the present out of my sister’s hands and tell her not to do that, she begins to cry. I bounce her on my knee and sing silly songs, I had learned from my many days sitting in front of the TV watching Barney. Jordan begins to laugh and my mother goes back to positioning the presents.
Looking around at all the presents I realize that they are all from my Nanny Connie in California. Well, she was not really my Nanny, actually I do not understand why we call her Nanny, but she is my grandmother’s sister. I began to smile. My Nanny has lived in Los Angeles all of my life, and it was rare that I got the chance to see her, but she always managed to send us a rather large box, by mail, of Christmas presents. The presents ranged from toys and baby dolls to her infamous Texaco truck banks and airplanes to snow globes. Every year she sent me a snow globe, because she thought it would be fun to start a collection with her great nieces, who were like her grandchildren, since she did not have any. I loved collecting my snow globes and I was glad that I did not collect Lenox ornaments as my sister did, because they were much more boring than the adorable globes I received. I just could not wait until Christmas Eve when I could find out what was in all the different sizes, shapes, and colors of presents that I was now surrounded in.
“1, 2, 3, Smile!” my mom exclaims in her cutest baby voice as so to make my sister smile. I give my best smile so that I could watch any movie I wanted to as soon as we finish, a bribe my mother gave to me, so that I would behave for the picture.
Snap, Snap, Snap. As my mother takes these pictures I begin to get excited, because I realize that Christmas card pictures, means that Christmas is right around the corner. I start wondering if Santa will bring the new bike I had asked for, or the new baby dolls. I cannot wait for our annual Christmas dinner at my grandmother’s house with my mom’s cousins, who are close to my age, and my baby cousin. I was so excited to get to hang out with them, because I rarely get to see them. Although I cannot wait to see my grandparents, I am not looking forward to the 4 hour car ride up to Baton Rouge, on Christmas Day. Those rides were always so long and boring, stuck in a car with my little sister, while I love her, she can be so annoying.
“Last one, let’s make it a good one,” my mother shouts to us. “1, 2, 3, smile!”
Finally, we have finished taking pictures. I am overjoyed that now I can watch my favorite movie in the entire world, The Lion King.
Now, 11 years later, as I look back on this moment in my life, I realize how much things have changed. A new city, in a new house, with a new school, and many new family members and friends all changed since that Christmas. Though many aspects of my life have changed some things remain the same, Christmas is still one of my favorite holidays, we still go to my grandmother’s ever Christmas to spend time with my family, and mom still loves to take those Christmas card pictures every year. These things have given me many memories which I would not trade for anything.
this is something we had to write for english class...and i thought i would share in case you were bored and wanted to read it!!!
Snap, snap, snap. It feels as though we are in our own private photo shoot. Snap, snap. Yes, it is that time of year again, Christmas card picture time. Just hours ago, as I climbed in the car, after school, my mother proceeds to tell us that it was Christmas card picture day. Groans and complaints come from the backseat of the car the entire 2 minute drive home from Hillcrest Elementary School, where I was in Kindergarten. I remember from previous years, that while Christmas card picture day is probably one of my mother’s favorite days of the year, I did not enjoy staying still for what seemed like hours waiting for my mother to take her millions of pictures to ensure that she took one good enough for our Christmas card.
As we reached the welcoming doors of our quaint home on Briarhill Drive, in Ruston, mom took us up to our rooms on the third floor and dressed me and my younger sister, Jordan, who was about 15 months at the time. Of course I was forced against my will to wear matching outfits. Mom then fixed my hair and placed on top of my head a beautiful, green bow, made by my best friend’s mother, Mrs. Robin, who loved to make bows for her daughter and me. I cherish these bows and love wearing them all the time. Mom had the perfect plan for our picture.
She sat me down on the couch, right by the Christmas tree, and placed my sister in my lap. I was then asked to entertain my younger sister while she sets up the rest of the scenery of the picture. Oh gosh, I think to myself, what is she going to do this time? As I try to keep my sister out of my mother’s hair, I think back on previous photos. Two years ago, when we first moved to Ruston, Mom decided that we should have the Christmas card picture outside, off the Interstate, by the “Welcome to Ruston” sign. So mom took me, her only child at the time, out to this sign, and for hours she snapped photos of me, while I froze in the cold weather. Last year, the setting of our Christmas card was taken in this exact same spot, on our couch, except Jordan was only 3 months old.
Ouch! As my memories began to fade away and I snapped back into reality, I realized that my mother had just placed a rather large gift onto my legs and it was cutting off my circulation. “What is going on?” I thought to myself. I looked around and I discovered that my sister and I had been surrounded by presents on every side of me, and I looked down and sure enough my sister was getting into trouble.
“Hilary,” my mother shouts, “you are supposed to be watching her, do not let her open those presents yet!”
“Yes ma’am,” I reply back. As I take the present out of my sister’s hands and tell her not to do that, she begins to cry. I bounce her on my knee and sing silly songs, I had learned from my many days sitting in front of the TV watching Barney. Jordan begins to laugh and my mother goes back to positioning the presents.
Looking around at all the presents I realize that they are all from my Nanny Connie in California. Well, she was not really my Nanny, actually I do not understand why we call her Nanny, but she is my grandmother’s sister. I began to smile. My Nanny has lived in Los Angeles all of my life, and it was rare that I got the chance to see her, but she always managed to send us a rather large box, by mail, of Christmas presents. The presents ranged from toys and baby dolls to her infamous Texaco truck banks and airplanes to snow globes. Every year she sent me a snow globe, because she thought it would be fun to start a collection with her great nieces, who were like her grandchildren, since she did not have any. I loved collecting my snow globes and I was glad that I did not collect Lenox ornaments as my sister did, because they were much more boring than the adorable globes I received. I just could not wait until Christmas Eve when I could find out what was in all the different sizes, shapes, and colors of presents that I was now surrounded in.
“1, 2, 3, Smile!” my mom exclaims in her cutest baby voice as so to make my sister smile. I give my best smile so that I could watch any movie I wanted to as soon as we finish, a bribe my mother gave to me, so that I would behave for the picture.
Snap, Snap, Snap. As my mother takes these pictures I begin to get excited, because I realize that Christmas card pictures, means that Christmas is right around the corner. I start wondering if Santa will bring the new bike I had asked for, or the new baby dolls. I cannot wait for our annual Christmas dinner at my grandmother’s house with my mom’s cousins, who are close to my age, and my baby cousin. I was so excited to get to hang out with them, because I rarely get to see them. Although I cannot wait to see my grandparents, I am not looking forward to the 4 hour car ride up to Baton Rouge, on Christmas Day. Those rides were always so long and boring, stuck in a car with my little sister, while I love her, she can be so annoying.
“Last one, let’s make it a good one,” my mother shouts to us. “1, 2, 3, smile!”
Finally, we have finished taking pictures. I am overjoyed that now I can watch my favorite movie in the entire world, The Lion King.
Now, 11 years later, as I look back on this moment in my life, I realize how much things have changed. A new city, in a new house, with a new school, and many new family members and friends all changed since that Christmas. Though many aspects of my life have changed some things remain the same, Christmas is still one of my favorite holidays, we still go to my grandmother’s ever Christmas to spend time with my family, and mom still loves to take those Christmas card pictures every year. These things have given me many memories which I would not trade for anything.