A Narrative About American Culture

One Christmas when I was little I was sitting around the tree with my mom and sister just like we’re doing tonight. I was cold and snowing outside but we didn’t care about how cold it was outside we were sitting around the fire telling stories just like a happy family should do. The last story we told was the story of the birth of Jesus. Then right at the end where Mary and joseph were leaving the stables and fleeing Bethlehem for the safety of baby Jesus. Outside I heard sirens coming from all different ways, I was curious about what was going on outside the neighbors were all outside running down the street. We put on our coats and we too followed the crowd fire trucks passing us by. We got closer and the Johnson’s house was on fire they