The Negative Effects Of Aging On My Christmas Experiences - Nick Hwang

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It feels as if it were last week that I was moving into Sparta from my beloved old house in Danbury, Connecticut. It is crazy how fast the time flies. Now that Thanksgiving has passed, my family, along with most other families are getting ready for “that time of year,” and listening to Christmas music. At the sound of Christmas music, my mind fills with joy as I look forward to “Christmas and New Years,” which basically just means time off school. Although I love Christmas, its music, and time spent with family, the ghost of Christmas past always likes to swing by and remind me of my early years in Connecticut, which can sometimes make me feel sad. I think of old times; times that I did not have to worry about my grades, times that I could feel care free, times that I did not have to worry about anything but today, the times that I would write Santa a list and really think it was being delivered to the north pole. With each progressing Christmas, the desire to go back to my youth days grows stronger and stronger. Nowadays, Christmas to me is thinking about what work I have to complete, or what tests I will have when I return to school, which reduces the merryness and joy associated with the holiday. All of a sudden, what is supposed to be a break from school winds up being no break at all. I’ll still enjoy the Christmas parties, the abundance of seasonal food, and seeing my cousins, but I wish that was all I could focus on. I just want to be four or five years old again, waking up extra early to see if Santa had granted my wishes, playing with my cousins, along with my aunts and uncles, and most importantly, having a truly happy time without any outside factors crossing my mind. Maybe perhaps when I am a parent I will have the opportunity to relive my childhood days by being with my own kids.

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  1. AnonymousNovember 30, 2019 at 12:16 PM

    I love your reference to Dickens' A Christmas Carol

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  2. AnonymousNovember 30, 2019 at 1:48 PM

    I completely agree with your point of view. Christmas is supposed a time of joy and excitement, but as we get older, we begin to get more schoolwork and worry more about school and it diminishes the sense of joy during the holidays.

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  3. DanielleDecember 3, 2019 at 10:42 AM

    Yes, when you become a parent you do get some of that magic back! It's actually pretty amazing. Also, I have family in Danbury, CT!

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