In the novella A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, the three ghosts help Scrooge regain his empathy by awakening his old emotions, letting him experience human relationships, and showing him the true meaning of consequence. As Scrooge experiences his past, the Spirit’s visions reopen old wounds and revive the few happy moments in Scrooge’s life, a life Scrooge tried to forget. His first vision is one of his life as a schoolboy. Scrooge is brought to tears by the sight of his lonely self, left with nothing but his books to comfort him. But just as quickly, he is filled with joy as happy memories of his imaginary friends flood back to him: “‘Why it’s Ali Baba!’ Scrooge exclaimed in ecstasy.
Through times in our life, we often do not realize how important something is, until it is gone and too late to get back. In the novel, “A Christmas Carol ", by Charles Dickens, we are told the story of a man who has an opportunity to save himself, and receive a second chance. This man, Ebenezer Scrooge, is changed forever by the valuable lessons taught by four spirits: those of his deceased partner Jacob Marley, and the ghosts of Christmas Past, Christmas Present and Christmas Yet to Come. Ebenezer Scrooge was a miserly, bitter old man, who worked in his counting house with his clerk, Bob Cratchit. Even on Christmas Eve, his stingy, mean ways are still apparent.
We know this as scrooge gets scared and says to the ghost “I will change spirit I will change”. Scrooge wakes after the visit of the last of the spirits, to find it is Christmas Day, and that he is able to change things for the better. He immediately sets out to help the Cratchit family, and others, while beginning to put right the wrongs of the past and the present. Tiny Tim does not die, and Scrooge becomes as kind as he once was selfish. Scrooge learns one of life most valuable lessons.
26 February 2008 Author: Ezra Jack Keats Title: The Snowy Day Published in 1962 Caldecott Award A young boy wakes up one morning to find that it snowed the night before and has various adventures outside. The style of the illustrations in this book helps the spirit of it tremendously. The first picture of the boy is quite detailed. One can actually see the texture of his hair. As soon as the page turns, however, the boy is drawn with minimal characteristics.
Everyone was silent and emotionless as we rode through the grey, bitter cold to the hospital to see my grandpa, Joe. The rain droplets streamed down my window as I peered out into the dismal city. I thought that the unpleasant mood would lift once we arrived, and everyone had a chance to stretch his or her legs; however, I was completely wrong. The red, green, and clear Christmas lights that adorned the various trees illuminated the now dark skies, and only seemed to mock the sadness my family was feeling. As I stepped out into the chill of the night, the wind piercing my flesh like sharp knives, I saw a mother, a father, two children, and an older woman crying and clutching each other.
Halloween is the only day I can dress up as anything I can imagine and no one looks at me funny. After I have gotten as creative with my costume as I can the trick-or-treating begins. I go from house to house knocking or ringing door bells. As the doors opened I would smile from ear to ear and chant "Trick-or-Treat!" With a large pillow case open in my hands I am ready for the free candy, more commonly known as the treat.
The description of Gatsby's mansion is juxtaposed to the hyperbolic opulence Nick uses to describe it in Chapter 3. Instead, there is an "inexplicable amount of dust everywhere" and the rooms are "musty" as Nick believes "they hadn't been aired for many days". As opposed to arriving as a partygoer, Nick arrives to comfort Gatsby who sits "down gloomily" after they sit "smoking out into the darkness". Fitzgerald draws attention to the gloomy setting to reinforce the atmosphere Nick feels in the house as Gatsby still Gatsby "couldn't possibly leave Daisy". Fitzgerald narrates Wilson’s journey to find the yellow car using a multiple perspective.
I want to savor this Christmas morning in peace before Dad gets the video camera out, Mom starts our traditional Christmas breakfast, my brother rampages through the presents and separates them into who’s-is-who’s piles, and before my grandparents come to watch the destruction of all the carefully wrapped presents. Before I reach the overly decorated, but jolly, living room, I cover my eyes. I speed-walk past the entrance until I’m sure I won’t spoil the surprise. Then I turn to see how stuffed all the colorful stockings are that are hung evenly on the mantel. As I see the overloaded stockings, butterflies gather in my stomach.
Please put your trunk in gently.' The elephant thanked his friend, saying: 'You have done me a good deed and one day I shall return your kindness.' But what followed? As soon as the elephant put his trunk inside the hut, slowly he pushed his head inside, and finally flung the man out in the rain, and then lay down comfortably inside his friend's hut, saying: 'My dear good friend, your skin is harder than mine, and as there is not enough room for both of us, you can afford to remain in the rain while I am protecting my delicate skin from the hailstorm.' Check your comprehension of the paragraph by answering the following questions.
He describes the scenario with pleasure as he basks in “yellowed bright as wood columbine” (Birney, l 8) or as he “found the mountain was clearly alive” (Birney, l 10). He relishes every moment, since morning till night, whether it is the hot morning or his falling asleep on the feet of the mountain, in the lap of Mother Nature, in the night. Towards the end of the poem, the man starts getting scared from everything around, as “unknown totems” (Birney, l 20) symbolizes spirit- like creature in his imagination; it represents his fear of the unknown. After spending some time amongst the woods, now, his fear is making him insane. He uses the negative images to indicate his fear of the unknown images and he is petrified by every motion, whether it is the owls in ‘beardusky woods’ or cedars tossing their antlers towards the