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And what happen, then? Well, in Whoville they say-that Grinchs small heart grow three sizes that day. And then-true meaning of Christmas comes through, and Grinch finds strength of ten Grinches, plus two!-How Grinch Stole Christmas! I am going to get lot of beef for this, but whatever: Christmas is not my favorite holiday. Halloween took first place, tail closely by Thanksgiving, then maybe the Fourth of July. Regardless of rankings, Christmas was never the epitome of my year. Yeah, of course, as a kid I had problems falling asleep on Christmas Eve, I left cookies and notes for Santa, and I viciously shook shiny red presents under the tree. However, my love for Christmas was always pretty superficial. My family isnt Christian, so Christmas never had this great meaning to me. I set up Playmobil nativity scenes without really grasping significance. I never knew words to Jingle Bell Rock, which makes for embarrassing second grade music class. To naive little me, Christmas was an awesome excuse to finish the year with beautiful new things and extravagant meals. As I got a bit older, I felt like fake for celebrating Christmas. I felt like I was celebrating something that didnt belong to me. I felt like a thief. And then December 25 kind of become this day to feel guilty; it felt like gluttony and indulgence for no reason. I would, of course, appreciate the incredible lengths my family go through to produce festive time. However, when looking at my stack of presents, I would feel this terrible greediness, mixed with selfish delight. I think I have come to associate these feelings with dislike of Christmas. I would jokingly call myself Scrooge and groan when radio stations begin blaring Christmas music. I put on this mask of Grinch to hide that I just kind of felt bad for celebrating. In mid-December, as my friends and I crossed North Charles Street for study break Subway run, I began singing Jingle Bells. My friends chuckle to themselves and say, Youre not really Scrooge. I know it. This year, something change. I dont know if its simple maturity or just newfound appreciation, but Ive realize that Christmas is actually great. My friends are right; I am not really Scrooge. Maybe it will take a semester away from home, couple of months to rediscovering myself, some time to observe other holiday spirit, to see that I actually love Christmas. It takes being surrounded by new people for me to reclaim Christmas. I find myself boasting about my familys holiday traditions, from our annual escargot to Danish flags wound around our tall Fraser fir. Once I listen to my classmates and friends ' Christmas plans, I recognize why mine were so important. And now I understand that Christmas is so much more. It can be anythingtime with family, time spent volunteering, time spent sleeping and eating large numbers of cookies. Christmas was exchanging Secret Santa gifts with my hallmates.
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