As the evening approached, the smell of Christmas dinner excited me. This was the time I had waited for all day. My stomach rumbled with hunger and I could smell the turkey roasting and the sweet potatoes baking; it was wonderful. My fragile old grandmother, who spent all day slaving over the hot stove, made everything perfect. The supply of food was tremendous, more than I could ever imagine. The table looked like a royal feast. The sparkling crystal, beautiful arrangement of flowers placed so neatly in the middle of the table and the light brown of the glazed turkey made our eyes gleam with anticipation. The family gathered around the spectacular table setting, and my grandfather said grace. When the feasting began, the room turned silent, as everyone savored every breath-taking bite. Christmas dinner is the best meal of the year, because so much time and effort is put into making everything perfect.

Every year after Christmas, I think about how the holiday means so much more than Santa, parades, and singing. It truly is about celebrating Jesus Christ, having family unity and eating Christmas dinner as a family. I will never forget the years as a child

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