Season’s greetings from Common Room! We’re excited to share a few heartwarming stories from our classroom to fill your holiday season with Christmas cheer!
Shoes, Potatoes and Christmas
by Dea
You want me to tell you the first thing that I saw on Christmas morning? Oh, sorry I actually meant SMELLED. What ? You do ? All right, no issues. But let me tell you that it’s not plum cake. Well, l smelled something rotten. Yes, I’m sure the smell wasn’t there in the room last night.
You know that I wet my shoe yesterday when I went playing in the snow and forgot to wear snow boots ?
I kept it on the windowsill to dry. What !?
How was I to know I’d find a rotten potato in it ?
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the rotten smell was a potato in my shoe.
Now, I’m just going down to throw it out .
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I’ve thrown it out of the shoe, but ,gosh, it stinks really bad.
What should I do? If l spray perfume, it’s gonna smell of both
perfume and rotten potatoes, because when I said it stinks really bad, I meant it.
Got it! I guess I’ll just search on Google.
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Oh dear, there’s nothing here about “How to get the smell of potatoes of shoes”. Though there is “ How to make your shoes smell better” and “ Why do rotten potatoes smell bad” No thanks, I don’t want to know. Oh, what’s this? I want to check it out, one second. Look at the search result!
The legend of potatoes and shoes !
Did you know ? There is a legend from Iceland about potatoes and shoes. Thirteen days before Christmas, children put a shoe on their windowsill; if they are kind, respectful and well behaved, they will find treats or toys ,while if they are not- as the story goes, the Yule Lads will reward them with rotten potatoes.
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Hey ! I’m not naughty! Er… we-ell
Maybe I pinched my little sister yesterday and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before……. Um, I don’t really want to go on, if you don’t mind. What shall I do ! You know, I’m sort of desperate for treats right now, and… okay! I got a masterplan ! I’m gonna go and give my sister a hug, and read her that story she really badly wanted me to read her tonight! Let’s see what happens! It’s time to make amends.
Christmas Traditions
by Diviana
The air is thick with excitement . We all gather around the Christmas tree and sit down on the sofas beside it . My little brother is screeching, “Let’s start! Let’s start the caroling ! Come onnnn!” And jumping up and down.
The enticing smell of plum cake wafts around my nose , inviting me to eat it. We have paper poinsettias adorning the Christmas tree, and we’ve covered it in tinsel , so the poinsettias are barely visible. Suddenly, the doorbell rings and I rush to open it. A delivery guy stands at the door, handing me a box and wishing me merry Christmas. I thank him and open the box, to find a yule log inside! My parents must have ordered it.
I run to the drawing room, right now the Christmas room , and put the cake on the table. Suddenly I trip. Ouch ! I tripped over the tinsel and now I’m tangled in it . My cousins and sisters help me untangle, but despite the tricky situation, I can’t help but feel happy. It feels just like how Christmas is supposed to.
After all the grown ups assemble, we start the caroling. Even though we sound inharmonious, we enjoy it just as much. After singing Silent night about twenty times, we move on to the most anticipated part of the celebrations : Secret Santa! We all sit back and decide to start from the youngest to the oldest. My brother declares that his secret Santa is ‘mohmeeee! ’ smiling slyly, our mother shakes her head. The brother decides to throw a fuss. After calming him down with a lot of effort, we finally continue. My secret Santa is, as I correctly guessed, our grandad. I got a plain black coloured BELT and two overly large brown socks. Still, I appreciate the efforts.
Now, there’s only one thing left before the feast, and that’s breaking open the pinata! We decide that the oldest in the family should take a stick and break it. I dive in and grab everything I can. In the end, I get an eraser, three toffees and a bunch of pens and pencils. Still better than the belt.
It’s now late afternoon and it’s time to eat turkey and pudding! After eating a sumptuous meal I lie down on the sofa, too full to move. My heart smiling and feeling a warm feeling in my tummy, I drift off to sleep, dreaming about all the Christmas celebrations to come ahead.
Zero to Christmas
by Adhvika
Christmas is celebrated with love and family time but not for me. I’m Kolby Richman but people call me “zero” because I’m ‘empty’ there. Just too introverted to realise I only love me and my room, my classmates are annoying, but worse is my sister Alice (you could call her a gremlin). Small, annoying, and loves trouble. She would annoy me by messing my room or just screaming.
And I don’t even know where to start about Christmas. I prefer fall than winter. It’s too cold and I can barely step outside, and the library is closed because it’s Christmas holiday. It’s the worst but today I decided to see what my family is doing but get pulled into a party of laughing people and the smell of plum cake. I roll my eyes at my aunts and uncles saying the same things like “you have grown tall” or “you’re growing into a strong boy” but one thing that catches my attention is the present for me, why me? I never attend Christmas and all of a sudden I have gifts. I don’t really like gifts so I reluctantly opened it to see a gaming console. I’ve never felt this happy in years. I guess Christmas is not so bad after all. After Christmas I spend time with family and friends more often but my sister is still annoying but she is fun at times I guess. That Christmas was the best i’ve had, I hope the next Christmas comes soon!
