I was talking to myself. Stroking my cat tenderly, I looked out of my window into the emptiness of the night. Waiting, watching, pondering. I wanted to hear the bells on a sleigh. Trying impatiently to listen. The magic that was once there, that sparkle, the glistening light was disappearing. I wanted to believe. I needed to believe. I didn’t want to turn into my brother. Mean and ungrateful not believing the magic of Christmas. He was tall and broad with thick golden locks that flow through the wind. My brother was called Joseph, he had already hit puberty so he where ever he went a repulsive smell drifted around him. He spots were the worst! One here, another there; spots were everywhere on his face. He dared not to squeeze them, my brother just let them be. On the other hand, my twin sister was the best twin sister in the entire world! She didn’t copy my actions since she knew that it would annoy me, she had different opinions and different thoughts; we liked it that way. She was shorter than me and had golden locks just like my brother. They looked quite similar to my dad. Unlike me, I look almost identical to my mum. Skinny (even though my mum is a bit wider) and tall, ginger hair and similar choice in clothing. I also have freckles. A lot of judge me for my freckles even though I’m quite good in all areas in school. They think that I’m dumb just because of them. No Christmas is perfect and I get that but my Christmas memories weren’t perfect, they were disastrous!
After a while, we became young adults. Our Christmas’ still hadn’t changed – nagging and arguing all the way – it was all the same. We all looked different though. We lived in different houses. I also think that my brother’s having a wedding! I got a job at acting; it was extremely fun. I got a degree in acting as well. Music is a hobby of mine. I love to sing and play a variety of instruments. My first job was a scuba diver. I loved it there, it was mostly a passion of mine because of the show Blue Planet. David Attenborough narrates the critical series – called Blue Planet – that dives deep into the marine environment of Planet Earth. Although two-thirds of the world’s surface is covered with water, scientists know less about the oceans than they do about the surface of the moon; I learned that in my job. I was fascinated! My favorite creature had to be the velvet-black turtles and not to forget the orcas or popularly know as the killer whales! For Christmas, I’m hoping to get a brand new camera to take photos with instead of using my phone. The only problem is that my mum and dad are out this Christmas so our uncle and auntie are babysitting us; they won’t know that I want one! I guess I’ll have to wait for my birthday – again.
The day before Christmas Eve, I’ve got the main role in the Nutcracker! I knew that my boss liked me enough to give me this important place. I haven’t got much else to say apart from that. But I have kind of given up on photography because I haven’t got a professional camera.
Christmas Eve, It’s the day before I become part of the nutcracker. Or not. You see, it’s our family tradition that we go to church on Christmas at 9:30. Guess what time our play starts. 9:40. I have the most difficult decision to make. Church with family or the greatest play ever, the Nutcracker. I’m going to Church. I haven’t seen my mum in 20 years… nor have I my Dad but I won’t be seeing them tonight unfortunately because my mum was in a terrible car accident and she must be in the hospital in extreme care at all times, no exceptions; even at Christmas. The same goes for all of my relatives. My Aunties though, I haven’t seen them since I was born but the only difference is that I’ll be meeting all of them at Church! Even though I might get fired, that’s not what Christmas is about.
Christmas Day. I remember it perfectly. I woke up and while squinting I glanced to a white carpet of snow covering the ground. A white Christmas, carol singers echoing in my head singing the most graceful hymns . Today started out perfectly; I walked to Church early to meet all of my relatives for afar. My Aunt |Jessica was the first person that I saw. She greeted me with a warm loving hug, I then saw my Uncle Jack he’s a big jolly fellow, almost like St Nicolas himself. All of my other aunties and uncles and nephews acknowledged me with a great big smile. We sat down silently as we waited for Church to start. A wave of Catholics stood up to sing the hymn Silent Night. I could hear all of my other relatives but one or two extra voices sprung up. I turned to my left and saw the most astonishing sight. My mouth dropped to the floor. I was in shock. It was my mum in a brass wheel chair and he broken leg was in a pale creamy white cast. My dad stood next to her, his smile grew up to his mouth and I ran in for a hug. Stumbling through the pew I blurted out ” Mum? Dad, oh my goodness. ” I was muffled by my dad’s shirt; my head was buried. I hugged him until I realized that no one was singing. The Church was in an awkward and tense silence. I became anxious and perplexed until I knew that I had made too much noise. Antagonized faces stared at me. Father called me up to the Altar and all of my family followed. He thought that I wasn’t going to arrive since I had the opportunity to play in the Nutcracker. I replied with a humiliated face, I remember just mumbling something but the next thing that I remembered was that me and my family were singing Silent Night from the beginning to all of the Church.
That’s what Christmas is about. It’s not meant to be perfect. Me and my brother and sister lived in harmony for the rest of our lives. Visting each other. I got the camera I wanted. I persuded my dream of photography and entered several compotitions. After a days work we would sit contently together and sip on a warm hot chocolate with marshmellos popping up by the warm sizzling fire. That’s what my Christmas was about.
Thanks for reading my article! I’ll see you in the new year! Merry Christmas!