It’s more than just a candy cane: The small joys of Christmas

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As I have grown older, I have realized something: you are NEVER too old for Christmas. Any teenager or young adult who claims that Christmas is “overrated” thinks to highly of himself or herself to admit that they are actually super excited for it. Especially as teenagers, we should all be psyched out of our minds for this amazing holiday.  Who doesn’t get excited for cold weather, food, family and gifts?

As teenagers, most of us love the cold weather — even if we do not experience much of it in Los Angeles. The signature red cup from Starbucks signaled the start of the holiday season. The cold weather and holiday season bring out the cozy sweaters, beanies and blankets, signature holiday drinks, and of course, cuddling.

On top of liking the cold weather, we also love the food. With the holiday season, comes many specialty holiday drinks. Aside from the holiday drinks, we are delighted with peppermint everything including, but not limited to, peppermint bark, and good ole candy canes. The holidays also host two of the biggest meals in American culture: Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner. Both meals include an abundance of food, which also make delicious leftovers.

Aside from the food, we also love giving and receiving gifts in the company of our family. If you’re like me, and you never ask for anything specific, there is always a pleasant surprise waiting for you wrapped in brightly colored paper, but there is always the chance that what is waiting for you under the tree will not please you as much. But if you are like others and have a “wish list” ranging from items such as a “nice fuzzy robe” to “white pants that fit,” there is an assurance that what is waiting for you will be exactly what you want. I like ripping the paper open to a surprise, but that is just my opinion.

The holiday season brings “sweater weather,” food, family and gifts. Every year when Santa comes down my street escorted by cop cars and blaring holiday music, I find that I am the only person over the age of 7 who is running after it, as my older and younger sisters have never been one to participate in the holiday cheer of the “Santa” that comes down the street. Yes, my younger sister thinks that she is too cool for this event, but hey, that’s her loss, because I get a candy cane and she doesn’t.