Mrs. Osnow’s Class

I woke up realizing that I only had to wait two more days until Christmas! I was ecstatic to visit my grandparent’s home, to watch their excited faces, when I surprised them with over 10 gifts. In addition, there was a huge amount of shiny snow, gleaming in the sun. I eagerly waited for the time that I could finally sled down the hill.

The only problem is that my grandparent’s house is over 5 hours away from my home!! I sat in the car, bored to tears. We were driving about two hours of non-stop driving; my mom and I reached Albany, with only 3 hours left toward our destination. It was there that we met my mother’s friend at “Friday’s” diner. After lunch, we were ready to continue our journey.

At last, 3 hours later, we reached our destination - my grandparent’s house! My grandparent’s live in an old, tiny farmhouse. It was decorated in the holiday spirit. Neon-flashing lights surrounded the roof. Their compact Christmas tree resembled the tree that Charlie Brown owned, except it was twice as large and lush with leaves. I also observed that perched upon a huge table, was a picture shrine of my mom and me as children. I know my grandparents appreciate it when we send them pictures.

Now it was time to let my grandparents open the gifts we brought to them. The first gift was a gift card to my grandparent’s favorite restaurant, “Olive Garden”! It was in a mirrored box, which reflected off the living room light creating an illuminating neon color with a beautiful pattern. My mom started to tell embarrassing stories about me and in order to change the subject; I decided to suggest sledding before the snow melted. My mom told me that I could not go sledding until the following day, because she was quite exhausted from all of the driving she had done. That evening, we savored a dinner of mouth-watering food at one of the best diners in town.
The next day was at least twice as enjoyable as the previous day; that was the day I sled down my grandparent’s hill! It was spellbinding as we “flew” down the steep white hill and I had a head-over-heels spin into the pile of soft, fluffy snow. Thank goodness it was as soft as a pillow!! Lethargic from sledding, I decided to take a walk. The pine trees smelled splendidly. I walked around to observe the vibrant forest where my grandparents reside. The stream quietly flowed while I walked. I noticed the lush wildlife, from a chocolate colored chipmunk to a black and brown deer. The snow was crisp and untouched. The gray sky stood out in a white snow wonderland. The pond were I first learned to fish was frozen solid and had a faint glow. The only sound was my own breathing. I sat on a black rock, and thought about this amazing trip. I decided to stroll back to my grandparent’s house. A few long runs down the hill with my sled were all I needed to rejuvenate me.

The following day, we were ready for another tedious drive home. The part of this car ride that made it all worthwhile was the fact that I spent quality time talking to my mom. Upon arrival, I realized that the expression “there is no place like home” is true as I truly appreciate my house.

My grandparents mean the world to me and I will always remember this phenomenal trip.