Walker 1

White Christmas
As I looked out the cold barren window, a dull gray light caught my eye. Large snowflakes were falling heavily. They were accumulating on my car, the driveway, the road, everywhere. The scene outside the window was painted white. Earlier the road was wet, the sky gray. but now it was a beautiful white. I could not believe it. A white Christmas. Christmas morning was bleak and wet. Thy sky was gray and dark clouds loomed overhead. There was a chance of snow, but the drizzling rain gave me no hope. As the cold morning passed continued on, I had little hope. But, at about 3:00, I chanced a glimpse outside the window. to walk by a window. Something light caught my eye. Delicate crystal flakes were quickly dropping down. They had painted the dreary grayness in a pure white, white car, white driveway, white street. It was almost like a dream. A white Christmas dream. Christmas morning was drenched and dreary (sullen and sodden) cold and wet and gray. The sky was gray and Dark clouds loomed overhead. There was a chance of snow, but as the cold chilled cold morning continued on and on, the drizzling rain dwindled my hope. I stopped staring out the cold, dreary window. Some time later that afternoon evening, I chanced to walk by that window dull picture eye of grayness. Some slight light movement caught my eye. I stopped and stared in disbelief. Delicate crystal flakes were quickly dropping down. They had painted the dreary despondent dullness in a pure white--white car, white sidewalk, white yard, white driveway, white street. It was almost like a dream. A white Christmas dream.

Christmas morning was cold and wet and gray. Dark clouds loomed overhead. There was a chance of snow, but as the dreary morning continued on and on, the drizzling rain continued dwindling my hope. Eventually I turned away from the cold, lifeless window. Some time later that evening, though, I chanced to walk by that dull picture of grayness. A slight light movement caught my eye. I stopped and stared in disbelief. Delicate crystal flakes were quickly dropping down. They had painted the despondent dullness in a pure white--white car, white sidewalk, white yard, white driveway, white street. It was almost like a dream. A White Christmas dream. Analysis Structure: Topic sentence First main point Evidence Explanation Second main point Evidence Explanation Conclusion Brainstorming In my passage entitled White Christams I use language to create a sense of hopeless longing for snow. 1-word choice: continued on and drizzling rain dwindling my hope 2-repetition: polysyndeton- cold and wet and gray and on and on 3-imagery: Dark clouds loomed overhead and cold, lifeless window

Walker 2 Cynthia Walker Ms. Walker Honors English II 28 January 2013 A Longing for Snow In the passage entitled White Christmas, language is used to create a sense of hopeless longing for snow so the audience can understand how desperately I want snow for Christmas. Word choice first clearly establishes the longing for snow as I describe how the morning continued on. This emphasizes how time seems to pass slowly while I wait for snow. The long morning is augmented as the drizzling rain continued dwindling my hope. Drizzling conveys a sense of comfortlessness which intensifies the dwindling hope. Together these words indicate that I doubt the snow I am waiting for will come. Repetition is also used to prolong the morning as well as emphasize my desperation for snow. The and in the polysyndeton cold and wet and gray, which opens the passage, underscores the feeling of never ending discomfort. The miserableness established with cold, wet, and gray, is exacerbated with and making it seemingly endless. Furthermore, the repetition of on and on which describes how the time passes slowly, further perpetuates the endless discomfort as well as enhances the futile anticipation of snow. Finally, imagery is used to further enhance the languish for snow. The cold, lifeless window implies not only that there is no movement of falling snow, but it also conveys a sense of death--that the snow will never come because there is no life outside the window. Because of my hopeless longing for snow, indicated by the slow passing of time and accentuated by morose words and details, no audience could deny that I want nothing more than to see snow on Christmas morning.