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|Chestnuts (standard:other, 542 words)|
|Author: IslandMouse||Added: Jan 01 2002||Views/Reads: 2955/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A story about a young girl and her fondest memories about the Christmas season.|
I twirled around the tile floor in my kitchen, waiting patiently for the chestnuts to finish toasting in the oven. The smell reminded me of a crisp winter's fire my family and I often shared on Saturday evenings by our fireplace. Christmas seemed so enchanting this year with the addition of twinkling lights on our Christmas tree and my grandfather's smoky trains. I continued twirling as the oven counted the remaining minutes until completed chestnuts. The light taps that my black patent leather shoes produced against the tile floor made me feel like I was dancing in a similar style to the Rockettes. My cranberry velour dress spun with me each time I twirled around, showing a vision of my ruffled white slip and sheer stockings. Someone had informed me that Christmas was a special time of the year where magical things could occur. Indeed, this year was quite special with a visit to Walt Disney World and a special gift from my father several days after our return home. Along with my trip had been the arrival of my dear grandparents and aunts. I hummed a version of Sleigh Bells in my head as the oven bell sounded, notifying those in a surrounding room that the chestnuts had finished roasting. My mother entered the room, staring down at me with a pleasant smile. "They're ready!" I chirped with everyS bit of excitement in my body. My mother opened the oven with her festive snowmen gloves and gently pulled out the tray. It scratched against the metal bars, which made me want to cover my ears. As she placed the chestnuts on the counter, the room filled with overbearing delight. Immediately, the scent of freshly baked chestnuts filled the air and traveled throughout the house. As a result of the chestnut aroma, my guests quickly gathered in the kitchen like the attraction of two magnets. It was as if the scent of chestnuts had actually said, "Hey, I'm ready! Would you like a scrumptious chestnut?" My mother's strong hands offered the traditional Christmas tray to my bantam fingers. Quite suddenly, I was aware of the warmth throughout the room. It is very possible the heat was produced by the strength of the oven, but I prefer to believe the room was warmed by the joy and happiness produced throughout my family members. I offered each guest a tender and luscious chestnut in exchange for a heartwarming grin. Nothing could possibly taste better than my mother's chestnuts on Christmas Eve. With each chestnut I popped into my mouth, a taste of delectation and satisfaction warmed my soul. As I offered the last chestnut to my loving mother, an unexpected surprise occurred. The ring of a doorbell broke the contentment with the fresh chestnuts. After my father opened the door, he shouted, "Christmas carolers!" The guests and I quickly scurried to the front door, leaving my mother with a now vacant tray. At the door, we were greeted by several carolers dressed in eighteenth century style fashion, as my mother remained in the kitchen singing The Christmas Song. The charming song soon produced a harmony as the carolers at our door joined in, along with the periodic "choo choo"' produced by the poignant trains. Tweet
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