My Christmas vacation did not get off to a great start. I thought that I would use the weekend to rest. I was playing some video games then went down to get something to drink. On the way down the stairs I overheard my parents saying something about all of us going to a Christmas market. I could not believe it that I will be leaving my warm house and my video games to go to a Christmas market in the cold December weather. My dad was saying that it would be a blast, there would be rides, and we’ll see snow and possibly things to buy. He even gave me twenty euro’s. But little did I know that I wouldn’t get to spend the money but since it sounded exciting I agreed to go.
I was still excited about the trip the following day. But then I could tell that the trip wasn’t going to be as exciting as I had thought because of the way my mum dressed me up. It looked as if I was going to the North Pole. I was so hot that I felt like removing everything and running out into the cold air.
After about an hour delay from my mum, my dad finally gave up the hope of her ever coming out from the bathroom. My dad screamed, shouted, and it almost sounded like a chant “Margret let’s go, Margret let’s go, let’s go Margret, let’s go”. Finally she got the hint and came out. My mum can take a long time dressing up. Whenever we want to go out my dad asks her to start before him. Believe me, from the way my dad was shouting I think he was getting angry.
After all the commotion we finally got into the car and off we went. After about two hours of playing PSP and DS we finally arrived at the Christmas market in Belgium. It was hot well at least hotter than Holland. The first challenge we faced at the market was finding a parking space. But after a few minutes of driving around as if we were on a merry-go-round we found one.
In the market we saw a Ferris wheel that my dad really wanted to go on, but the line was probably about two miles long, so that plan was out. The market itself had nothing to do with Christmas; it was only clothing and coats. No snow in the place, no presents, no rides except one that you would probably sleep inside because it was so boring. My dad was unbelievably surprised about the place. He wondered if we were at the right market because he couldn’t find the nice things he had heard about.
After walking around the whole market we decided it was time to go. Then we saw a sign that said The Ice Monster. It actually looked nice {notice the emphasis on looked}. I wish I knew what I was getting myself into before I went in. We bought tickets but right before the ticket man could hand us the tickets, the wind blew them out of his hand. We had to chase after the tickets but couldn’t catch them. Luckily for us, the wind ran out of fuel and the tickets stopped before they could enter the main road.
Well, we finally entered the The Ice Monster. Before I go on to tell you about the dreadful and hunting experience – let me say, THE THING WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A BLOWN UP Balloon!!!!. The inside was like an inflated tube of rubber. The only thing that actually got me worried was when the big balloon started playing some scary music like the one in the movie Jaws. From nowhere a guy jumped out and grabbed us. We all screamed and held on to each other. This part was fun, if not it would have been b-o-r-I-n-g.
We left the market disappointment and went home. The trip was basically the same, me playing games and my mum and dad talking. We got home and I played some video games before bedtime.
(Note this was the dumbest experience in my life. If I ever wanted to visit a Christmas market it definitely would not be in Belgium. Maybe we went to the wrong place.)
(Story by a 12 year-old D.O. – Christmas 2009)
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