Joining for myself. My Christmas story is something very different from most of the world. It shall not be snowing with all the Christmas cheer, but it will be a sunny or possibly cloudy day. There will not be snow and those cheerful cheers, but children nagging for presents and queers. This is my tropical Christmas story.
A few days before Christmas, a boy named Danny wanted a girlfriend and a Nintendo Switch for a present and ever since then he has been thinking about those things nonstop. He would be disappointed if he didn’t get these things for Christmas. Then, on Christmas morning, he was so excited he fell down the stairs and didn’t even get hurt. He opened up all his presents and at the end, he was disappointed that he didn’t get the stuff that he wanted. Suddenly, a few seconds later, the doorbell rings and when he opens it, he finds a girl at his doorway holding a Nintendo switch in her hands. He was shocked and happy that his wishes actually came true and then he sees Santa in his window giving him a wink. Then Danny and the girl (Her name was Sydney) went out into the snow, had snowball fights, then went out on a date and together they lived a happy relationship. Happy Holidays SGM!
A few days before Christmas, a boy named Danny wanted a girlfriend and a Nintendo Switch for a present and ever since then he has been thinking about those things nonstop. He would be disappointed if he didn’t get these things for Christmas. Then, on Christmas morning, he was so excited he fell down the stairs and didn’t even get hurt. He opened up all his presents and at the end, he was disappointed that he didn’t get the stuff that he wanted. Suddenly, a few seconds later, the doorbell rings and when he opens it, he finds a girl at his doorway holding a Nintendo switch in her hands. He was shocked and happy that his wishes actually came true and then he sees Santa in his window giving him a wink. Then Danny and the girl (Her name was Sydney) went out into the snow, had snowball fights, then went out on a date and together they lived a happy relationship. Happy Holidays SGM!
We were decorating the christmas tree and we found a santa headpiece. We put it on our cat and she looked quite depressed. The end.
i'm entering for myself. On December 24th, 1998, Sam Parsley was sitting outside in the snow by himself. He viewed the other kids play with each other from his backyard, where his fence was broken. His family couldn't afford to fix it, and he was fine with it. No matter how his parents would console him, he would always say hew as fine. He never viewed himself as taking what he had for granted, even though his parents sometimes yelled at him about it. When Sam looked inside the house he saw the clock above the kitchen table read 6:30. It was getting very dark outside and the lantern out back was becoming very dim. Sam ran inside to his younger brother, Tim, who was sat at the table coloring in a raggedy Hannukah book. "Tim, we don't celebrate Hannukah." Sam said to Tim softly. "I know, but a bigger kid took the last Christmas color book at the store." Tim replied, keeping his head down to the paper. Sam felt a slap on his heart, wanting to be able to do something for his brother, but he knew this was out of his power. Tim sat up abruptly and briskly walked to his tiny room. Sam went to the living room and looked around, not seeing anything to do. He waddled back to his room, still dressed in his ripped, thick jacket that he got last Christmas. He undressed under the light of a nearly dead light bulb from his ceiling. He dressed in a pair of pajamas that were tossed on his floor a day ago. Sliding under the thin blanket he had on his mattress, Sam slowly drifted to sleep. The next morning Sam was the first to wake. He slipped out to the living room, seeing three presents under the tree. Tim walked out rubbing his eyes with his balled up fists, and ran over to the presents. Tim's face lit up with joy as he saw the presents. Sam peeked over his own shoulder and saw his parents standing there, his mother leaning on his father. They both had black bags under their eyes. Tim unwrapped his presents like a feral beast, whilst Sam unwrapped his calmly, excited for what lays inside. Tim was slightly disappointed with his present. It was a single Hot Wheels car. He read the label and it said "'67 Pontiac GTO." Tim remembered seeing this one on TV, and how awesome it was. His happiness was raised by a lot, and he yelled "Thank you!" to his parents cheerily. Sam, however, received something much better. Sam received his very own Tamagotchi! He was extremely excited, but noticed Tim staring at it. Sam was once again slapped in the heart by Tim's sad face over his brother getting something much more worthwhile. Sam did what he thought was right, and asked Tim something he'll never forget. "Do you want to trade?" Sam asked Tim. Tim's eyes lit up, not only with happiness, but tears too. oh boy i put some effort into that.
"I knew I was not supposed to be quite so excited. I was too old for that. At age eleven, the oldest and my mom’s “grown up” girl, I had to keep my cool. I was in middle school after all. But every chance I got, when I was alone, I checked each present under the tree. I read every tag and felt every package, guessing at the contents within. I had examined each gift so often that I could tell which present went to which person without even looking at the tags. It had been a tough year for my family. Whenever my mom looked over at the tree and scattered presents, she would sigh and warn us, “There won’t be as much for Christmas this year. Try not to be disappointed.” Christmas had traditionally been a time for my parents to spoil us. In years past, the presents would pile up and spill out from under the tree, taking over the living room. I had heard the phrase “giving is better than receiving,” but thought that whoever had said that must have been out of their mind. Getting presents was the whole point! It was the reason I couldn’t get to sleep on Christmas Eve. On Christmas morning, we eagerly waited in the hallway until Dad told us everything was ready. We rushed into the living room and let the wrapping paper fly. We made weak attempts to wait and watch while other family members opened their presents, but as the time passed we lost our self-control. “Here’s another one for you,” said Mom as she handed me a package. I looked at it, confused. Having spent so much time examining the presents before Christmas, I recognized this one. But it had not been mine. It was my mom’s. A new label had been put on it, with my name written in my mother’s handwriting. “Mom, I can’t…” I was stopped by my mother’s eager, joyful look—a look I could not really understand. “Let’s see what it is, honey. Hurry and open it.” It was a blow dryer. Though this may seem but a simple gift, to me it was so much more. Being an eleven-year-old girl, I was stunned. In my world, where receiving outweighed giving by light years, my mom’s act of selflessness was incomprehensible. It was a huge act. Tears filled my eyes and I thought in disbelief about how much my mom must love me to give up her Christmas so I could have a few more presents. I have always remembered that Christmas fondly. It had such an impact on me. As an adult with children in my life whom I adore, I can now understand my mom’s actions. I see how she was not “giving up her Christmas” as I had thought, but was finding an even greater joy in her Christmas because giving truly is better than receiving. My mom’s simple act meant the world to me." —Jennifer Yardley Barney i wrote it myself i swear
The Law's Christmas Story The Law opened his Christmas present... and it was another karma ban! He was overjoyed with excitement, and couldn't wait to spend the next hour with his gift. The End.... Oh, but wait, there's another gift for The Law to open. I wonder what this one could be... Oh, look anoth...
On christmas day I was singing along a christmas song that was currently being played on the radio "I dont care whatcha momma says, christmas time is neaaaaaaaaaaaar. I dont care whatcha daddy says, christmas time is deaaaaaaaar" and then @BambiBreaker came and shot at it with his ak and ruined my christmas day.
I still remember those times when i was a little witchling and we used to celebrate at our grandparent's house. And that my grandpa would use candy as christmas tree decors. I also remember how we would make gingerbread together. Then the old man died and we havent celebrated Christmas there for 11 years. Still miss him
My christmas story is from this december. The 5th to be exact. When I win this this giveaway. (PLEASE GOD DAMNIT I WANT MY PLAYERMODELS)
i was seven and i got a wii for christmas than i threw a matchbox at the tv and broke the tv and wii and got grounded for a month. my brother also punched me in the face. happy christmas story all the way.A Christmas Story is a 1983 American Christmas comedy film directed by Bob Clark, and based on Jean Shepherd's semi-fictional anecdotes in his 1966 book In God We Trust: All Others Pay Cash, with some elements from his 1971 book Wanda Hickey's Night of Golden Memories. A seasonal classic in the United States, it is shown numerous times on television, usually on the networks owned by the Turner Broadcasting System. Since 1997, a marathon of the film titled "24 Hours of A Christmas Story" has aired annually on TNT and/or TBS, comprising twelve consecutive airings of the film on both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day each year.
The Christmas Spirit Strikes Again Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love! —Hamilton Wright Mabie I always dreamed of pulling off the surprise prank of a lifetime. You know, the kind you see on TV, or laugh about late at night with friends? Well, thanks to a little determination, some luck, and a generous helping of Christmas Spirit, my dream became a reality. My family is Canadian, although my sister moved down to Australia a few years ago to study speech pathology. She was graduating just before Christmas, but due to my own scholarly schedule back home, I would not be unable to make it down in time for her graduation. She was understandably disappointed, and I felt guilty that I wasn’t able to be there for her on this most special of occasions. While I was talking to my supervisor the week before my sister’s graduation, the conversation drifted toward Christmas plans. When I mentioned that I would be missing my sister’s graduation by less than forty-eight hours, she commented, “Well, if you want to go, I have no problem with it, so go ahead!” I couldn’t believe my luck! I nearly jumped for joy. “Just make sure you get permission from admin,” she added. My heart sank. The administration at my school was notorious for denying any sort of time-off requests, and last-minute pleas would undoubtedly draw nothing but ire. I almost didn’t bother asking, because I knew it would be a waste of time and I didn’t feel like a thorough chastisement. Plus, I knew the answer already: no. But something in me decided to try, just in case. Maybe it was the hope that the Christmas Spirit would somehow permeate the administrative office at this time of year. When I returned home to find the Associate Dean’s reply in my inbox, I steeled myself for disappointment. I gritted my teeth, opened the e-mail, and started to read. And re-read. And re-read, just to make sure I’d understood. Approval? I could actually go? I rubbed my eyes—there must be a mistake. But no. I was flabbergasted. There was no logical explanation. I couldn’t believe my luck! The only explanation I could possibly come up with was that the Christmas Spirit had been lurking in the heart of my Associate Dean when she’d read my request. Immediately, I called the airline. Miraculously, even during the busy Christmas season, I was able to change my ticket to arrive the day before my sister’s graduation. With news this fantastic, I was bursting to tell my sister. But, fingers on the dial, I paused. Wouldn’t it be so much more fantastic if I could surprise her? I pictured myself just showing up, knocking at her door. What a state of shock she would be in! I laughed gleefully to myself as I pictured her face when she opened the door and saw me. She loves pranks and practical jokes of all sorts. Pulling off a prank like this would certainly be the ultimate gift, and if I were successful, she’d probably be more excited about my unconventional arrival than even my attendance at her graduation. Slowly the idea evolved in my mind. For a surprise of this grand a scale, I needed a much more dramatic arrival than just a ring of the doorbell. For me, Christmas surprises are epitomized by presents. Or at least boxes. What if I could arrive in a box? I started to plot. Then, brilliance struck. Getting delivered in a box to my sister’s house by couriers! I knew if I pulled this off, my presence at her graduation and my grand arrival would be the best Christmas present I could ever give my sister. No one appreciates a prank like a prankster! Although I was leaving in less than seventy-two hours, I frantically jumped on my computer in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, and started Googling courier companies. One of the first I came across, and the only one willing to go along with my Christmas surprise, was CouriersPlease. At first the branch manager said no, pointing out that Christmas was their busiest season and he couldn’t spare a courier for this rather unorthodox request. But he suddenly and inexplicably warmed up to the idea and actually volunteered to dress up and deliver me himself. The Christmas Spirit strikes again! Upon arrival in Australia, the manager met me in full uniform, but that wasn’t all. He’d brought one of his couriers, plus a CouriersPlease van along for the ride as well! They even had a reinforced box prepared for me that they’d already tested at the office. I’d thought it would be easiest to walk up to the doorway, and then jump in the box while they rang the doorbell. But no, they insisted; my sister might see me through the window and they certainly didn’t want to jeopardize my Christmas surprise. Instead, they parked a few hundred meters up the street, where they loaded me in the box and carried me all the way up to my sister’s, where they rang the doorbell and announced they had a delivery for her. I couldn’t see the look on my sister’s face as she opened the door to couriers with a surprise delivery, but I could tell from her voice that she was more than a little perplexed. This soon morphed into utter disbelief and shock when the box was opened and she saw her older sister sitting inside smiling up at her. She was at a complete loss for words, and I will never forget the look on her face as she opened those flaps on the box. It was such a gift to be able to attend my sister’s graduation, and to show her my love by giving her the most unique, unconventional Christmas present in the history of our family. It was a memory both she and I will cherish forever. It also served as a lesson for me: never, ever underestimate the power of the Christmas Spirit. It can move hearts, minds, and yes, even people in boxes.
