Gratitude and Thanksgiving Blog

 What are you grateful for today?

How about you put the gold ball on that side. November was coming to an end, and my family and I started to put up our Christmas tree. My parents work as hard as a NASCAR pit crew; despite their busy work schedules, they make time to spend with us. My parents are altruistic people who try their best. I know that every family puts up and decorates a Christmas tree, but I am grateful for this. The tree squeals with delight as we decorate it with glittery garlands and one-of-a-kind ornaments. We usually wait until the day after Thanksgiving, but we decided to try something new. It was Saturday night, and my mom and dad were bringing the tree through the door. I could see that they were having a hard time carrying it as it was tall and wide. “Do you guys need help, I asked?” They declined because the tree was already in the home, ready to be decorated in our living room. My siblings and I thought it was novel to see our parents getting the tree this early.

I was trying to do all of the homework assigned early, so I would have to do it all Sunday night. Doing homework on a Friday night is very vapid since I want a break from school. I took a break from all of my work to help my family decorate for the holiday season. The times you spend with your family should be cherished, and that night I did this. My sister and I were homogeneous, as I wore white, red, and green plaid pants, and she did as well. The tree was prickly, frosty, and bland at the moment. We need to find the perfect spot in our living for the tree. I always remember where we put the tree, and I always find the best place to put it. My mom is the decorating specialist, so I listen to her input. My sister didn’t care where the tree went; all she wanted to do was decorate it already. Ever since I was little, I always needed a set plan for the decorations. We figured it out after a few minutes of selecting where to put the tree because we were very fastidious about the appearance of our tree. It was by the wall near the picture of New York City and the Statue of Liberty. We needed to get the tree to stand up now.  

I thought the tree was so tall that it could almost reach our ceiling. I helped my dad stand the tree up so we could get started. My mom provided us with a succinct plan that would help us get the room decorated perfectly. My siblings and I sorted all the golden and bronze ornaments before we put them on the tree. My parents began carefully unwrapping the garlands before they tangled. Our Christmas tree usually has a vibrant color, but this year we decided to go with the theme of our living room- black, bronze, and some beige. The tree smelled of outside-earthy. 

When we finished sorting everything out, the tree started to look less bland. I used a silver metal hook to hang an ornament, which poked me in the thumb a bunch of times. My mom told my sister and me where everything would look the best, and I positioned them precisely because she can be a disputatious person. My sister listened to some of her suggestions, but she had her ideas for where things should go. I was not afraid to censure some ideas of hers that did not look right; I was sly about it. My brother and dad wrapped the garland around the tree. My mom, of course, had a specific idea for how the garland placement around the tree; as a result, my dad and brother were performing a little dance routine to put on both garlands.

The transparent gold garland and thin gold garlands were on: the sparkly, matte bronze and gold balls were on. We almost forgot to put on the tree skirt that I thought was frivolous because it seemed like an extra rug. Finally, the star was on after some trial and error. The tree was ready to be plugged in, so I ran to turn all the lights off to see its true beauty. Some families do not have the chance to spend quality time together laughing, eating, or putting up a transient tree. Children who believe their parents do not care about them or do not spend enough time with them. Even if it is just the small things like eating dinner together, going on a car ride together, or spending the Saturday evening together, whatever it is, I will be grateful and exuberant while looking on the bright side of things.

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