Even though patience can be a virtue, every hero fights with my mother, he is one of the few who handles it with a very gentle face. She demonstrated it in a way that I will tell my children, because if it was anyone other than my mother, they would have lost their cool. We were all ready to begin our annual ritual of putting up the Christmas tree, we were all playing music and drinking eggnog while we put up the tree and started decorating it and stringing the lights and ribbons around it. him, the room smelled of gingerbread and it just put everyone in the Christmas spirit. All except my little brother who was in a bad mood because my mother wouldn't let him eat more cookies because she didn't want him to stay up all night, so he vented his anger on the Christmas tree for which we all worked so hard for. put up. My mother was so angry, but she took a deep breath and just told him to go to his room. If my mother hadn't had the patience, she would have yelled at him and sent him to his room, but she held it together when most of the time.