Mrs. Osnow’s Class

In the past, my father and I would go shopping for the upcoming Christmas holiday. We would just go by ourselves with nobody else, not even his other wife. I know you might be thinking why I mentioned his other wife. The truth is that my parents are divorced but that is irrelevant to this subject.

Even though our shopping experience is not always that great, I still look forward to spending quality time with my dad since I do not get to see him that often. My father’s “presence” is more important than his “presents”.

My father and I usually have this annual wrestling match where we would wrestle each other and pin each other to the count of three but there’s a catch to it. When you pin the person, both shoulders must be touching the floor. The rules are pretty simple; there is no hitting in the face, no punching or kicking, and bragging is not allowed if you win. They usually make me wrestle my nine year old brother because they think I would get hurt if I wrestled my older brother or my father. After we wrestle, we would have a boxing tournament with the two people who won the wrestling tournament. Most of the time it would be me versus my brother but in the rules of this championship tournament, you cannot hit the minor in the face. The older person has to use soft white pillows that we purchase every year. The best matches are between my brother and me because we hate losing and are extremely aggressive, yet not afraid of each other.

After that comes the dinner, a potato salad with rice and turkey, “mmmm”, how delectable this tasty chicken dish is with potato salad on the side and a warm hot chocolate drink. Suddenly, a white substance is falling down from the sky looking like white rain and out of nowhere my sister tells me it’s snowing. As soon as the snow hits the ground, I launched out of my seat, as if I were a rocket that had blasted off the ground or a fire cracker that had been lit up into the air. I rushed into my room to get ready to play outside with everybody I know on the block, including my friends. We just threw snowballs at each other creating a snow war with snowballs flying back and forth across the snowman we created and named him “Mr. Snowyfrost”. Unfortunately, I threw a snowball and accidentally knocked his head off.

To top off the perfect day, I made more hot chocolate and took a steaming hot shower. The hot shower felt great because it reminded me of being in a Jacuzzi filled with hot water. Then I went to my bed and laid down on the warm soft mattress with a thick soft pillow and a silk blanket. I watched my television until I became exhausted and fell fast asleep.

The next day, upon awakening, I entered my father’s bedroom jumping on his bed and telling him to wake up because Santa was here. I picked him up, dragged him out of bed and said, “Come on, Santa gave us presents to open, the least we could do is open them, enjoying this Christmas.” First, I want pancakes and I asked his wife if she could make me some. Then I counted all my presents. I had about 15-20 presents and it was everything I wanted, Xbox, Play Station 2, Game Cube, Dream Cast, Game Boy SP, and video games for all of my consoles.

I think this is a Christmas that I will never forget. Hopefully, next year will be the same or even better. As long as I get to spend time with my family, it’s going to be all right and maybe if I believe enough, all of my wishes will come true.