Christmas Personal Writing

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Personal Writing Christmas 2007A fresh blanket of snow covered the streets hiding their dull colours. The sun was peaking over the snow covered rooftops shining on the hundreds of shop windows, in which many stand full of gifts and toys ready to bought buy eager shoppers for the festive day.

People had appeared from the tall handsome houses which leaned inwards casting a dark shadow on the shoppers below. Children pressed their faces against the glass windows and men with their top hats could not help but to give a glance at the marvellous display in which they walked between, carts went up and down on the cobble in which they rode delivering good to the local shops. Every door had a wreath and every shelf had a candle. The street was alive.

Slowly the sun gave way to the stars and soon one by one the lights came on lighting the streets and in heart of the town the soft, gentle echo of carol singer carried by the wind though every street and alley.

In the windows families were together, talking and laughing, Children helping there parents with the decorations for the freshly cut Christmas tree. The air was crisp and the church was glowing with a warm welcome waiting on the eve of the festive day….

Years have passed on the small town, and it shows on the once handsome house now black with the soot of the factory a much worn down setting now. What little snow that fell was turned up with dirt and plastered to the roads and pavements in a dense, grey slush like a polluted river. In the shops windows, no “marvellous displays” here just numbers posted on the windows, now Christmas feels all about the numbers.

On the street people were wrapped up well and walking extremely fast for early morning. There faces pale and passive, no greeting here. Christmas had suddenly become puzzled and misunderstood.

Novelty items on the shelves and advent calendars on the walls, not only pictures now but children receive a small chocolate, a trick of million dollar company to entice children. Bows and ribbons covered the halls of the house and little signs which lit up the phrase “merry Christmas”. A new era of Christmas had dawned. On the home door was a fake wreathe hanging with lights flashing on and off, fake… just like the Christmas it represents.

Soon the sun would set but the sky would not fill with stars but an orange tinge glowing like some unnatural fog . the town now alive with the sound of car horns and shouting, the church in the centre has been dwarfed by towering buildings casting large shadows on to it, however in the church dwellings, was a light that seemed to be dying as if it was clinging on for its last breath.

Another Christmas is approaching fast and the streets are full of lights, the sun has just gone down and one by one the street lights come on with there orange fogblocking the sky. The shops are more artificial with wrapped presents; model Santa’s and not one real Christmas treeFamilies were in their homes but they were not together; they were spread out across the far corners of the home with there iPods and video games as the cause. Christmas dinner had changed to become more like an aeroplane dinner on a plastic tray. There was soft humming of carol singers, singing on a tape. The fake tree was stood on display at the front of the house now with more outstanding decorations each year the competition becomes more fierce.

Just like the homes competing so also shops compete buy having bigger and better lights. They think that this is progress! In a small shopping centre outside the heart of the city, is santa’s grotto but the Santa inside was corrupt into telling the children what to buy and not to, This Christmas infection has spread to childrenMost Christmas signs are stamped with” happy xmas”or “Happy crimbo” a sign in which the true meaning of Christmas has forgotten. In the centre stands the church no lights in side, now just a memorial to Christmas past.