A cold, depressing, long period of time where people are upset and broke from the cost of happiness; runny noses, cheeks rosy and never feeling dressed warm enough: Is it really the most wonderful time of the year? In my eyes, it is. Winter to me; is something completely different. A time where you wake up snuggled up with the heat blaring, a time where everything around you takes your breath away and a time where what you have is cherished most. What is truly so great about winter? The atmosphere changes, the spirituality really stands out due to Christmas and happiness is like the flu that we all manage to catch. The atmosphere in the winter, and especially at Christmas is incredible. The mood that is given off and the feel of it …show more content…
Something about winter just sends off that vibe, the vibe of closeness, love and true meaning of life. I can’t get enough of this specific time of the year, because it’s when most people come to know the Lord. It’s the time when family gathers together to come watch the Christmas plays, see the nativity scene displays and celebrate Jesus’ birth. This is the time when it hits most people, the realization of eternal life. This is such a huge part of my life and my experiences in my household. Also, I love being a part of the plays and all the fun activities in my church; it’s when I feel most comfortable and sure of whom I truly am.
Lastly, I feel a real closeness in the wintertime. I always have such a secure, safe, warm feeling because of my family. Every year we have our many traditions. The second week of December we go on a sleigh ride, debate for hours on our perfect tree and I usually saw it down, with assistance from my dad of course. We then drink some hot chocolate. Now, it’s decorating day. The day we get out the ornaments. Mom puts the garland on and decorates the house, I put the tinsel on with my brother; Matt, Dad puts on the lights; then we all pick our favourite ornaments and start the adventure.
Anne politely asks Mr. Dussel if she can use the table in their bedroom to study two afternoons a week. Dussel refuses, claiming that his work is more important than Anne's. Seething, Anne asks her father for advice, and after he intervenes, Dussel gives in.
