Joined: 14 Mar 2010
As the holiday season comes rolling around again, I can't help but
feel a twinge of disappointment. Living in Missouri, the holidays were boring. Although it
snowed here, the snow was rough and frigid, not fluffy and white as you always saw on TV.
I tug on my sleeves, shivering in the cold winter air. I fill up my dog's water bowl and
trudge back to the porch to get her food ready. It seems that my Siberian Husky enjoyed
this weather much more then I did. She seemed almost anxious for Christmas to come,
knowing she'd have a stocking full of toys and treats. We got our little Echo last
September and have spoiled her ever since. She's the princess of the house, and she knows
After I've put her food bowl and water bowl back in front of her, I head inside. I
slip my coat off and hang it over a chair. I grab the remote and settle down on the couch,
flipping the TV on. I settle on a Christmas movie, smiling as I do so. Don't get me wrong,
I love Christmas. I just don't love to spend it in Missouri.
All of the sudden, my phone starts blaring. I scramble off the couch and race to my
bedroom. After some fumbling with my phone, I finally answer it.
"Hello?"I say. I'm breathless from all the running, and I hope it doesn't show.
"Regan? It's Aunt Kim. I was wondering if you'd like to go to New York with me over
winter break." my aunt replies. I almost drop the phone. New York? My dream home? No way!
"Oh, wow. Are you serious? Gosh, I would love to. Wait. Why are you going. Don't you
want to spend Christmas with Wyatt?" I answer uneasily.
"We'd leave on December twenty-seventh, so I'd already had spent Christmas with Wyatt.
We'd be back on the second. Sound good?" No, it sound's great!
"Yeah. That sounds awesome! I'll just have to ask my mother." I answer. Then it hits me.
New York? As if my mother would let me go.
After a bit of small talk, I hang up the phone and flop down on my bed, contemplating
on how I'll ask my mother.
I ask her at dinner. She had made penne with red sauce, so we were all stuck at the
table for a longer time then usual. I poked around with my food before setting my fork
down and looking up at my mother. 'Here goes nothing' I thought before taking a deep
"I got a call from Aunt Kim today." I say to my mother.
"Oh, really? What did she have to say?"my mother replies
"She said she's going to New York a few days after Christmas." I answer, edging
towards the question.
"That's nice."my mother says before taking a sip of her soda.
"She says she wants me to come with her." The whole room is silent for a moment as
my mother looks up at me from across the table.
"New York?" my mother asks.
"Yes. You know how much I love New York. They have tons of art galleries, museums,
restaurants, everything! Please let me go." I plead.
"When would you be leaving?" she asks with a sigh.
"Two days after Christmas. I'd get back on the second."
"You'd be missing New Years with us."
"I know. But I'd get to see the ball drop, and you might even see me on
television."I say, forcing out a laugh. Trying to bright the mood even the slightest bit.
"Okay, you can go. Call your aunt after your done eating."
I don't think I've ever eaten a meal as fast as I did then.
After calling my aunt, I'm ecstatic. I was spending my winter break in New