Christmas As I Know It :: Personal Narrative Religion Papers

Christmas As I recognise It Christmas used to be a tradition in my family or at least I thought so. I had constantly associated Christmas with Storyland, and since we are Jewish, that eer pleased my father. I think he felt comfortable labeling his children Jewish, and as long as that didnt upset my mother, he would take us to Storyland to help us forget Christmas. simply we still got to go to Storyland.Storyland was always closed in December. We drove by my favorite summertime puerility experience, and I watched as we sped by, wondering why I couldnt hear just ab divulge Mother Gooses children. Storyland is closed now, honey, my mom said as she glanced in my fathers direction. He seemed to hide behind the steering wheel, almost ashamed of telling me where I thought we were going. But I know that deep down, he was genial that for at least the rest of the day, I wouldnt ask him about Christmas. Instead, the documentary purpose of the drive was to go to the Christmas Farm I nn, a quiet, quaint inn in Jackson, New Hampshire. I think I was four years old when my family started coming to the Christmas Farm Inn. I still dont understand why my father agreed to go each year, but I shooter it was only fair to my mom.My mom came from a Lutheran household where Christmas trees and sunlight services were the norm. She agreed to give up part of her past to ascension my sister and I Jewish, but the Christmas Farm Inn was her way of celebrating Christmas. We whitethorn not dumbfound had a family tree, but we still woke up on Christmas morning with presents awaiting us.I remember I loved Christmas Eve dinner. But I also remember how I loved it too much. in that location was turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, stuffing, you name it (its funny how I only eat that type of meal once a year on Thanksgiving, while most of my friends have it on Christmas and Easter as well). After dinner, my family went to a party with all in all the Inns guests, and I made sure I was t he first to sit on Santas lap when it was time to read The Night Before Christmas. A tall, blond-haired military personnel who looked like my elementary school principal read the story out loud and I spent my time listening attentively.