The Night Before Christmas

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The book cover
The book cover

My grandfather’s dad read The Night Before Christmas to his children every Christmas Eve. When my grandfather was an adult & had kids, he started to read it to my dad & siblings. When my dad had kids, he started reading it to me, & my brothers, Jack & Crosby. When I lived in New York, my family & our cousins would go to our grandparents' house every Christmas Eve. We had a delicious dinner every time we went there. The best food there was this appetizer with bread, mayonnaise & cheese that you would put it in the oven to make a delicious, crunchy appetizer. Once we finished dinner & we were done talking, we would all go to the old, beaten up sofa with lamps & candles surrounding it. Everyone gathered around my grandfather, who was sitting in the middle, sinking down on the couch. My grandfather would start reading The Night Before Christmas. There was this line  he could never read. The line was: “He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, & away they all flew like the down of a thistle.” He could never say thistle, and instead pronounced thistle like th-fle. The whole family would crack up & help my Grandfather say thistle. One time we were reading the book, & in front of all my cousins & family I said, “Why doesn't Santa have his own rocket ship to go faster?” Even today, everyone in our family still loves the book The Night Before Christmas. This object helps shape my identity because I enjoy being with my family & having this great tradition. 

Place(s): New York
Year: 2013

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