The magic of Christmas- that warm fuzzy feeling that you can't seem to feel any other time of the year. The fluffy white snow a blanket of white on the ground, the rooftops, and the trees. The bright Christmas lights hanging off each house, brightening the opaque unlit streets. Everything was perfect, carols were playing off in the background. Our tree was up, presents were set nicely under it. It was Christmas eve. However, there was one thing missing.
My mom was a cook, but unfortunatley she wouldn't be cooking our Christmas dinner. She worked up north in Alberta and wasn't coming home until the next night. She cooked for the guys that worked on the oil rigs.
My grandparents came over in the morning so my brother, dad and I wouldn't feel too lonely without my mom. Bright and early we opened a few presents, but we were awaing the evening when mom would get home to open the rest. I even wrote her a song. My grandma made us a pork roast for an early supper. Soon after they wished us a Merry Christmas and headed home. The three of us were so anxious for my moms arrival! When we saw that truck driving up a rush of emotions hit my family! There were tears, laughter, and a lot of talking once mom got out of the behicle. Soon after, we ripped into the presents and we all just enjoyed each others company. We hadn't seen her for two weeks! For our Christmas dinner we went to Denny's and ate hamburgers. It ended up being much better than a big turkey supper. It doesn't matter what you;re eating, what you have or what you're doing at Christmas time (or any other time for that matter) but who you're with makes all the difference.
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