My Family's Homemade Christmas
Papa and I were heading home from the auto parts store, as I stared out the window of the car. The radio spoke of a blizzard up north, which had crippled an entire community. This seemed unusual to me, since I lived in Florida where it never snowed. The houses we passed seemed to have something that we didn't. However, my grandfather didn't seem to notice. Instead, he thought of it as another day, where one must work to earn a dollar or two just to survive.
I felt confused by the lack of Christmas spirit in my home. Nevertheless, I knew that my family didn't make a big fuss over the holidays, since I was a young girl. Yet, it began bothering me that no one spent time setting up a Christmas tree or adding decorations to it. So, as we pulled in the driveway, the house seemed cold and dreary. However, I noticed a nativity in the neighbor's yard, which seemed comforting in a strange sort of way.
I smiled at grandma, as we passed through the kitchen and headed towards the backdoor. In the backyard, I found my two brothers playing on grandpa's rusty old yellow lawn mower. It had been broken down for years, yet they were pretending to race. I always knew that my grandfather was a man of a few words, except when he was mad. However, he gave his heart to anyone that needed help and I liked that about him.
After, making it to the garage, we began working on the old red race car. I noticed that our neighbors were greeting their family members as they arrived. Suddenly, I began hoping my own family would start celebrating the holidays, since I was 13. Additionally, I wondered why my grandma didn't invite the rest of the family to visit over Christmas. Finally, I decided to ask my granddad, but I was a little nervous to ask at first.
"Why don't we Celebrate Christmas?" I asked nervously.
He answered, "It's just another day Christy! You'll figure that out when you get older. I couldn't afford the decorations and presents."
"Would you celebrate...if you could?"
"I am not sure, because I never have celebrated the holidays. My parents weren't unable to afford decorations and presents. "
A day of mourning and somber spirits loomed over the First Coast, Navy Captain Scott Speicher was laid to rest on Friday August, 14, 2009...
Recently, I was astonished and saddened by the murder of Atefah Rajabi Sahaaleh . By all accounts, she was beautiful and intelligent...yet ...
My wrist tattoo is something like this, but the words will read "Papa's Girl" and the fairy may have more colors. T...