An Unforgettable Holiday: Little Red Bike

My favorite holiday is Christmas. Traditionally celebrated at home, Christmas is thought to be a family holiday. However nowadays the habits and ideas of people have changed very much. Christmas becomes more of the global holiday when it is appropriate to meet with many friends and go out for the round the night crazy celebration. Every person finds his own most favorite things about Christmas. In this small essay I will examine what this holiday means to me, and what are the best parts of it that I personally enjoy.

As for me, the best thing about Christmas is that special feeling in the air that is giving every person happiness and hope for a better future in the next year. During the Christmas celebration season people are usually more friendly and gentle to each other. They try to leave every sorrow and offense behind in the year that is passing by. I think this approach is a decent exercise for not only does it makes a person feel good mentally, but also many people feel better even physically.

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When there is joy in the air, the organism wants to celebrate along with the mind. The renewal of the hope is felt all around.

I have loved the celebration of Christmas since my very early childhood. I still enjoy decorating Christmas trees and simply walking around the streets looking at the decorations of the buildings and the trees around the city. In our country Christmas trees stand everywhere, for instance you can see them in squares and parks, in schools and offices, in shops and at homes.

And what fun is it to wake up early in the morning and take a look under the tree seeking the presents from Santa Clause. Of course, now that I am grown I know that someone from my family puts the present there but I still wish to think that a very kind and fair old man called Santa Clause does it. As Santa brings the presents to the small children, the grown ups enjoy exchanging the presents with each other. Because I like giving presents to people, I like Christmas a lot. To me giving a present brings even more satisfaction and happiness than receiving it. The most exciting moment is when the person opens your present and you can see a sparkle of joy and pleasure in his eyes.

The celebration of Christmas is a special moment itself. I enjoy the process of preparing for the holiday very much. Our whole family participates in the process. For many years I have been responsible for the decoration of our house. I like putting the Christmas toys on the tree and lighting the candles. Also I go outside the house and see what can be decorated there. I especially like it when it snows outside. The snow is a symbol of Christmas, to me it is also a symbol of the renewal and cleanliness of the upcoming event. In addition the streets are simply decorated already when it is snowing outside.

In conclusion I would like to summarize the factors that make Christmas a particularly interesting and great holiday. First of all, I enjoy the unique atmosphere of the holiday. The feeling that is present in the air at those days cannot be compared to anything else. The feeling of Holy joy and happiness causes every living thing to do good and kind things. The second thing that attracts me the most about the holiday is that during these days every person somehow goes back to their childhood.

It was December 2001.”The most wonderful time of the year”. A special holiday season for my family because our grandparents were coming to visit us from Argentina after two years of our departure. When my parents decided to leave our country in search for “better opportunities”, I was three and my brother was six. Between suitcases and planes we were excited about the coming adventure. We did not know at that time, about distances or leaving family behind. Then I realized that I missed my grandpa so much, calling him every week was not enough. It was going to be a very special holiday for me. My dearest grandpa was coming. He taught me to ride a little red bike before I was three. He would run next to me up and down the block, making sure I was not going to fall from it. He would visit every day after work and bring me and my brother a little something, may be a candy or a small chocolate and one yellow flower for my mom, which he would take from some garden on his way to our home.

I would take long naps with him on our Sunday visit to his house and then he would drive us religiously to the park and play soccer before dropping us at home. This was going to be an unforgettable holiday, and I did not know at that time, it was going to be the last time I would spend with him. And the time came for us to be together again. The instant I saw him, I hang to his neck and did not stop talking. He looked older and thinner than what I remember but I was so delighted to be in his arms again. My words were coming out like a waterfall. Mixing English and Spanish I told him about school, my friends, and afternoons at the pool and all my new toys. He was not talking a lot or was I talking too much? Beyond happiness, I was just a child. I barely realized how much he had changed. How sick he already was. What could be merrier than Christmas with my grandpa! And under the tree on that Christmas Day, my brother and I found two beautiful bicycles. Mine was red.

And of course, Grandpa helped me in my first laps. But this time he could not run, though it was ok with me, I was soon pedaling all by myself. Grandpa still needed his nap, not me anymore. So I would wait for him very quietly, until he would wake up to take me for another ride around the block. This time, we took him to the park to kick some balls, but he would complain Miami was way too hot, he needed to sit down and watch us play. There is a saying that says: “all good things come to an end”. My grandparents went back to Argentina and I never saw him again. After a few months, he passed away. I still have the most terrific memories about my grandpa. I still have the now, “little red bike”. It is in a corner of the backyard, holding some pots with pretty yellow flowers. We all take special care of it, in memory of my Grandpa and that last unforgettable holiday.