A Christmas at Grandma\'s

Finally when we arrive at Grandma's house our long journey is over. We each take a huge breath as we step out onto the crispy snow that snaps beneath our boots. The air is fresh and creates a shiver down my spine. I make my way to the frost-coated back door, illuminated by the green and red Christmas lights.

As I open the door and step into a house full of cheek pinches and hugs, an array of Christmas odur engulfs m

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I reach out and hug her frail body. Santa is Coming! Santa is Coming! Just then a load voice yells," Time to open presents, Santa is here!"

An uncontrollable excitement overcomes my cousins as they fly into the room that contains that heavenly Christmas Tree. Everyone is seated at the large oak table with crazed looks upon their faces. almost like a sudden amnesia, I start to dig into the delicious plate of delightful treasures, and then I find myself in a daze laying on the couch, in what seems to be about an hour later. An amazing sight grabs my eye's attention. Eager to devour whatever is set before them, each family member is tempted by the tantalizing smell of the vast amounts of food presented to them. As my family and I are quickly made comfortable, I look around.

I hear a voice saying "My have you ever grown up!" I turn to my left and stand up to address my complimenter. Christmas at my Grandma's, a time I will never forget. The constant murmer of the voices, serves as a background for the music. This sight fascinates myself as well as everyone that sets their eyes on it. Grandma, awaken from her heavenly sleep, stands slightly crouched with an antique smile painted gracefully across her face.

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Approximate Word count = 550
Approximate Pages = 2 (250 words per page double spaced)

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