Object Writing

Mackenzie Maynard

Mrs. Fraser

Creative Writing

22 August 22, 2014

Christmas Morning

             It was Christmas morning and Jennifer rushed down the stairs in her daisy pajamas with a smile that couldn’t be ruined by anything. Christmas was her favorite day of the year, she got to see all her family, and of course the presents. As she waited for her grandma to arrive, she couldn’t help but go and try to steal a cinnamon roll from the plate. The sweet smell filled the air but her mom made her wait. Within the next few minutes of never ending waiting, the very impatient eleven year old heard the familiar three knocks on the door, which could only mean one thing. Her grandma was finally there.

            Jennifer rushed to the door and embraced her beloved Grandma Ruth in a big, bone crushing hug. Soon enough it was time to open presents, and Jennifer knew that her grandma always had the best and most creative presents. As she was handed a medium, sized box shape gift her mind filled with all sorts of guesses of what could possibly be inside the very merry Santa Claus wrapping paper. Jennifer sat with the present in her hands, trying to stay patient and wait for the approval to open but the excitement was too much to handle. When she finally got the nod of approval from her mom, her hands forcefully tore the paper off only to reveal a card board box that she couldn’t open herself. As she waited for her mom to slowly open it she had to stand up because the curiosity was becoming too much for her to handle.

            After about forty seconds, but what felt like forty minutes, she was handed the mysterious box again. When she bent the now open flaps back all she could see was something silver and shiny peeking through some newspaper. She picked up the wad of paper and slowly began to reveal the object that lied inside. When it was finally uncovered, Jennifer found a small, silver ash tray that had the Eifel Tower on it and said Paris. The gift was very pretty but she was slightly disappointed since she didn’t feel like she had any use for it. Her face transformed to a glowing smile that had a hint of nervousness hiding in it, to a much smaller, more fake looking smile. Whenever she glanced up to her grandma, she noticed her grandma staring at the gift with a proud look on her face.

            Jennifer felt awful for not liking it as much as she had hoped, but she had to pretend that it was the best present ever for her grandma’s sake. Before she could even get a very forced thank you to leave her lips, Grandma Ruth went onto explain that she has had that ash tray since she was a little girl when her father gave it to her. Jennifer’s great grandpa lived in Paris as a child and has heard stories from her grandma all the time about those years of Great Grandpa Harry’s life. All those memories of her grandma telling her stories rushed back to her and her smile became real again. She knew how much this must mean to her grandma, so she felt honored that she wanted her to have it. Jennifer loved her grandma more than anything so this gift that she initially felt was pointless, quickly became one of her most priced processions.