post five

A Christmas Smell

Audra Baker

              On Christmas Eve of this past year, my mom, dad, twin brother, Aaron, little sister, Adrianna and I went to my grandparent’s farm to celebrate Christmas. The farm is in Logan County and is about three miles from the tiny town of Emden. They raise pigs ranging form twelve days old to about twenty weeks old. Then they go to the next farm were they live for a year. My grandmother, who was the farms accountant, and I had spent the week before making Christmas cookies, fudge, and buckeyes, which is peanut butter balls rolled in chocolate, for everyone to eat at the party.  She had wrapped presents for everyone and made cards special for each person. 
            Her house smelled like freshly ground nutmeg from sprinkling it in hot chocolate and egg nog that was like a mountain piled high with whipped cream and sugar.  Staring at the Christmas tree, I realized it was as bright as the sun and smelled like a forest of pine with an assortment of colors and patterns all over.  As the family sat down for supper, my grandma brought, ham, bread, veggie pizza and many other wonderful sides to the table from her tiny fridge and nice, warm stove.  After the dishes were cleared from the table, my siblings ran to the colorful tree. Quickly, they started to sort the present into piles by each person’s name.  Rip!  My family started to open their gifts.  I was given a small glass piano for my shelves in my room and a tea set that my grandma gives to her granddaughters when they turn fourteen.  The best of all my gifts was a keyboard for my room so I could play piano whenever I wanted.  
            As we drove home all my little sister talked about was Santa and his reindeer.  It was a fun day and I can’t wait till next year for the holidays and what it brings to come.  This event was memorable, because it was the first time in a long time that my family was all in the same place, since my parents had started school.