On the day of Christmas the house smells like cooked food and the air is full of excitement. My mom is yelling and screaming because most of the food is not ready and the kitchen is a mess. We invite lots of friends and family to our home to celebrate this amazing holiday. The Christmas tree towers over the billions of Christmas presents under it; each gift labeled who it’s from and who it’s to. The children run back and forth playing tag and other games while some of them shake their presents to guess what’s inside, their mothers continuously tell them to slow down and stop. The older teens stare at their phones only looking up when someone says a food dish is ready. I sing Christmas carols to break the waiting tension for the food. I drink all the eggnog because most of my family doesn’t like it. Finally the food is ready and we all dive in. Relief is now what everyone feels. We laugh and giggle at conversations and jokes. We have a great time. It’s almost time for the day to end and we open our presents. The kids scream with enjoyment and happiness with what they got. Some kids complain. We spend hours just playing and using the things we got. When the time comes we all get ready for bed. Some family members leave while some sleep over. In the morning my mom makes everyone a big breakfast and we talk while eating.