I really like the holiday season. My very annoying almost-nine-year-old sister and I like reading Calvin and Hobbes and looking out of the window in hopes of snow. Not that we ever even get any. When it snows, we bundle up and go outside to have a snowball fight. I usually get her right on the bottom when she's making a new snowball to throw at me. Since a few years ago, we've celebrated Chanuka as well as Christmas, because my dad is Jewish. On Christmas Eve, we all go to our grandparent's house and have a big party. My grandpa has this really funny Christmas tree made out of ornaments and wire, and sometimes I get to help him put it up. Anyway, that's what th holiday season means to me.
