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The drive to Grandpa and Grandma’s house was always magical in December. Snow blanketed the countryside, and frost clung to the windows as Ella and her younger brother Ben pressed their noses against the car window. Their dad hummed Christmas carols as the car cruised down the icy road, while Mom read the kids a Christmas story from the backseat.

The Baxter family loved Thanksgiving. Every year, they hosted a feast in their sprawling farmhouse, complete with roasted turkey, creamy mashed potatoes, and the aroma of freshly baked pumpkin pie. The family would gather, each bringing a favorite dish to share.

Lila’s school always celebrated Earth Day with something special. This year, her class was taking a trip to the city’s botanical gardens to learn about the environment. “Earth Day is a time to care for our planet,” Ms. Lane, her teacher, explained. “And today, we’re going to learn how plants help us do that.”

Max was excited for National Walk to Work Day because it meant joining his dad on a morning walk to his office downtown. “It’s a special day to encourage people to walk instead of drive,” his dad explained. “Not only is it good for the environment, but it’s great exercise too.”

Veterans Day was a special day in the town of Brooksville. It was a day to honour the brave men and women who had served in the military to protect the country. For 10-year-old Max, this was a day he had been looking forward to all year. He had learned in school that Veterans Day was a time to remember the sacrifices made by soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines. It wasn’t just a holiday—it was a way to show gratitude.

Valentine’s Day in the Miller household was always special. Red and pink decorations filled the living room, Mom baked heart-shaped cookies, and Dad told the kids stories about how he proposed to Mom on Valentine’s Day years ago. This year, however, things felt off. Dad was working long hours, Mom seemed distracted, and thirteen-year-old Ella, caught up in her first crush, had little patience for family traditions. Meanwhile, seven-year-old Max just wanted everyone to be happy.

Mia’s classroom was buzzing with excitement. Today, her teacher, Ms. Green, had something special planned. She stood at the front of the room and said, “Class, does anyone know why today is important?” Mia raised her hand and asked, “Is it someone’s birthday?” Ms. Green nodded. “Yes! It’s the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., a man who helped change the world.” Mia’s eyes widened. “What did he do?”

Leah couldn’t wait for International Earth Day. Her school had planned a whole day of activities to celebrate the planet. “This year, we’re doing an Earth Challenge,” her teacher, Mr. Peters, announced. “Each class will find one way to make the Earth better. Let’s brainstorm some ideas!”

Every year on the second Monday in October, the town celebrated Columbus Day. It was a special day, not only because it meant a long weekend, but also because it was a time to reflect on the brave journey of Christopher Columbus, who sailed across the Atlantic Ocean in 1492, hoping to find a new route to Asia. Instead, he discovered lands that would later be known as the Americas.

Vesak is one of the most important holidays for Buddhists, as it celebrates the birth, enlightenment, and death of Siddhartha Gautama, known as the Buddha. For 10-year-old Mei, Vesak was a time for peace, meditation, and reflection on the teachings of the Buddha.

In the little town of Cloverbrook, Saint Patrick’s Day was the most exciting day of the year. The streets were filled with green decorations, shamrocks, and cheerful faces. The O’Malley family, known for their love of celebration, had already started their preparations for the big day. Little Finn O'Malley was especially excited because this year, he was finally old enough to join the Saint Patrick’s Day parade.

Easter is one of the most joyous celebrations for Christians, and for young Emma, it was a day she eagerly awaited all year long. The holiday was filled with family traditions, spiritual reflections, and, of course, lots of fun. Emma was 8 years old and lived in a small town, where Easter brought everyone together to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

The warm sun peeked through Sarah’s window as she woke up. She smelled pancakes cooking in the kitchen and hurried downstairs. “Today is a special day,” her mom said, flipping a pancake. “Is it a holiday?” Sarah asked as she poured herself a glass of orange juice.

In a small town nestled between the rolling hills, there was a family named the Browns who loved Thanksgiving. Every year, the entire Brown family would gather at Grandma Martha’s house to celebrate this special holiday. And every year, little Tommy Brown would look forward to one thing the most—Grandma’s famous pumpkin pie!

In a quiet village, the Aziz family was eagerly preparing for the arrival of Eid al-Fitr, the festival that marks the end of Ramadan. Little Amira Aziz was especially excited this year because it was her first time understanding what Eid truly meant. She had heard her parents talk about it for weeks, and now the big day had finally arrived.

Ella woke up to the sound of chirping birds outside her window. Today was the Spring Equinox, the day when daylight and night were perfectly equal. It was also the official start of spring, and Ella couldn’t wait to explore her grandmother’s garden.

It was a crisp winter morning, and Sophie couldn’t wait to visit her grandmother. Today was Feed the Birds Day, one of her favourite traditions. Every year, Sophie and Grandma made the backyard a feast for their feathered friends.

Lila was sitting on the couch when she saw a bright flyer on the table. It said, “Juneteenth Celebration: Music, Food, and Fun!” She picked it up and ran to her grandma in the kitchen. “Grandma, what is Juneteenth?” she asked. Grandma turned with a big smile. “Juneteenth is a very happy day! It’s the day when the news of freedom finally reached people who were not free in Texas. That happened a long time ago, in 1865.”

Jack loved his big, red cape. It wasn’t just a piece of fabric to him—it was his symbol of courage. His mom had made it for him when he was five, and since then, he wore it everywhere. Whether he was at home, in the park, or even at school, Jack’s cape was always tied securely around his neck.

Maya stood under the big oak tree, watching the other kids play. They ran around laughing, their shouts echoing across the playground. She had just moved to this town, and everything felt unfamiliar—the streets, the school, even the way people smiled. She clutched her lunchbox and sighed.