Grandma Velda-Personal Narrative

On one chilly night in Las Vegas, my brother and I had just landed and got off our plane to see our dad. I remember walking off the plane and back into the airport terminal and hearing the soft and sweet sounds of christmas carollers surround me. Their voices seemed to follow us as we walked back to the parking garage to head home. It was a short distance but a long drive due to the hectic city traffic. I don’t remember much of the drive because I had slept most of the way home. Finally, we arrived at the house and we greeted the rest of our family. I walked in the front door to see me little brother Garrett, my stepmom Jolene, and my Grandma Velda. I immediately recognized the smell of fresh christmas cookies sitting on the counter. It was almost as if I could smell each ingredient, the sugar, the flour, and even the powdered sugar on top
of them. My mind was quickly distracted by a cozy hug from Garrett, followed by Jolene and my grandma. My brother and I were very tired from traveling so we all decided to go to bed, but I knew my parents were going to stay up and wrap presents. It was around four or five a.m. that I decided to sneak downstairs and see our presents under the christmas tree. I opened my bedroom door trying not to wake up my grandma and I was at awe by all the lights on the tree. I knew they were very bright but I hadn’t seen them since thanksgiving when we put up the tree. The walls were a vibrant mix of orange and pink, with hints of red and blue. The windows inside the banister were lit up with the magnificent colors. It was like the whole house had turned from a creamy beige color to the vibrant orange and pink. I slowly crept down stairs to see what hid under the tree. The house wasn’t old but the wooden floors were very creaky and noisy. I tried to sneak around on my tiptoes but the eerie creaking of the wooden floor seemed to fill up the house. I finally made it to the tree to see lots of presents. There were a few big ones for me and my brothers to share. Then there were a few small ones scattered around. My stocking was what I was really excited for though because I could actually see what was in there without opening anything. I slowly took my stocking off of it’s hanger above the fireplace and quietly walked over to the couch. There was a crumbling sound when I grabbed the stocking so I decided to put the stocking back in it’s spot and head back upstairs. My stepmom is always the first to wake up and it’s very unpredictable when she wakes up due to her insomnia. So, I was very scared of waking her up or seeing her as I was walking back up stairs. I made it back into bed and dozed off to the sound off my humidifier dispersing water vapor. The blankets were so warm and thick. They felt like a warm hug from someone you haven’t seen in a long time. My family came in and woke me up because I’m always the last to get up.
Mornings are not my favorite thing, but I wasn’t going to waste anytime because I was eager to open our presents. I ran down stairs, almost tripping over our cats that lay at the top of the stairs. I slid around the corner in my fuzzy socks. My family was patiently sitting on the couch waiting for me. The smell of warm coffee and hot chocolate floated around the room and gently blew by my nose. The fireplace was going and all you could hear was the little chats in between my family and the crackling of the burning wood. I noticed a burning smell but it wasn’t from the fire. My dad quickly remembered that he had cookies in the oven. I ran to the oven and, without thinking, opened the door and grabbed the searing hot sheet of cookies. Immediately realizing what I had done I dropped the cookies and a loud crash made everyone cover their ears. The black cookies were spread out across the floor and the pan was still bouncing around. We cleaned up the mess and decided to go without cookies this morning. My family headed to the living room to unwrap our
presents. The big family present was a PS4 and some games to go with it. I got an art set, some makeup, some new books, and a new set of paint brushes. I remember hearing the paper tearing and gathering up into a big pile. The cats, of course, decided that the pile of paper would be their new play toy and the shreddings quickly spread around the room. The excitement of unwrapping our presents was quickly over and my dad decided to start cooking breakfast. I could hear the bacon sizzling and the toast popping out of the toaster. My brothers and I were messing with all of our presents and my stepmom and grandma were talking about something on the TV. This wasn’t an especially eventful christmas but I will never forget it.