My Christmas Eve Experiences’

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My Christmas Eve experiences’ Loud music, people dancing, unbelievable food, and booming voices telling stories are my childhood memories of Christmas Eve. My family was known for throwing the best parties and this one topped them all. Before people started arriving, I would help my grandparents by cleaning clean up the house, setting the table, and getting the serving trays ready. My dad was always the first person to arrive and he would greet me with wide-open arms yelling, “baby girl!” Friends and family would slowly fill the house and when the drinks came out, the party finally began! A passage from F. Scotts Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby could portray the scene better than I could ever describe it. It was the time of the year that no one could wait for and no one wanted to end. The adults would drink their liquor and act out stories from the past and others would laugh until they fell over and out of their chairs. Christmas songs flowed throughout the entire house and seemed to carry the scent of my grandfather’s chili, which always had people racing to the dinner table, along with it. Up stairs all of the cousins would play games, watch movies and occasionally fight, but they never lasted long. We would make dance routines and costumes to put on shows later in the night. Performing “One more chance” by the Jackson 5 was one of the crowds’ all time favorites; I was always Michael Jackson. When everyone finally started to settle down, the family friends would gather up their bags of left overs and give hugs as they drunkenly said their good-byes. My grandmother and I would stand at the storm glass window and wave to people who were leaving; I would secretly laugh as she called them fools through her clinched smile. Before the kids were sent of to bed, the parents would have to threaten all of us by telling us Santa Clause would not come if we did not go to

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