Personal Narrative: My First Christmas At Locust Elementary School

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BRINNNNG, the school bell rang.
“Bye kids see you next.., ” the teacher didn’t have the chance to finish her sentence as 4-5 year olds screamed at the top of their lungs. It was the last day of school before winter vacation and the bell seemed to take such a long time to ring. Everyone's all packed up, dressed and charged, waiting in front of the door to race out of the class and onto the bus. And when the bell rang we rushed out the doors of Locust Elementary school (an elementary school in Abilene, Texas), so fast like we're chasing the ice cream truck on the hottest day of the year. I was excited for Christmas presents, the tree, food and more, because not only was it my first Christmas in America, but it would also be my first
“Yeah, he will don't worry about it” said France.
Well he’s never let my family down before so why start now still thinking about it as I was going going to bed on Christmas eve passing the staircase that was lit up with Christmas lights on the railing.
I had reached my room and as I laid I bed wide eyed staring at the ceiling I remember some of the memories from my past Christmas in Africa and how differently it was celebrated in different places. Christmas in Africa was just for children so my sister, and always went crazy with all the candy we devoured. I remembered being showered with new dresses, presents, decorating a banana tree as our Christmas,singing Christmas songs, not being able to blow balloons and losing the Balloon competition and going to church seromines.
Christmas morning is taking forever to get here I thought as I laid in bed. I just wanted to blink and Christmas day to come yell at me to go open my presents. I was so difficult to get my eyelids to shut like they were glued open. I was able to fall asleep once I turned on the radio that was on my bed stand and listen to some some Christmas
Reed’s house, because that’s where we were having Christmas and right when you walked into the house the smell of ham in the oven slapped you across the face “Mmmmm, that smells really good.” I said with a famished stomach.There was still some foods that need to be prepared so my mom,sister and I got to help out, I got to help make croissants.As more food cooked the hunger in my stomach got larger like a virus. Imagine steaming mashed potato,apple pie,hot stuffing,ham, foods that makes you so hungry like you have eaten for days.When all the food was ready and set on the light brown wooden table decorated with plain white plates,silverware and snowflake designed napkins just feel like I was dreaming all of it.Looking at all the food I was amazed at how much Americans ate during the holidays.We said our thanks and dove right into the food like wolves. Trying american Christmas food was outstanding I loved the ham,stuffing, crescents,mashed potatoes and cranberry juice mixed with ginger ale, mmmm. But eating some much made me feel like I weighted a ton.
The down side of the whole day was the dirty dishes when we were done eating the piled up like we just had all of Texas ate Christmas dinner with us.My family did stay to help the Reeds clean up and then we watched Frosty the Snowman.When mom,sister and I got home and just went to straight to bed it wasn’t that late but who knew eating could be so exhausting.The days after Christmas including