Descriptive Essay About Thanksgiving

“Your worst battle is between what you know and what you feel” -Unknown. When cultures collide, A person tends to have conflicts with others and also with themselves. In “Thanksgiving: A Personal History” By Jennifer New, She experiences internal conflict because she is confused on how she should celebrate her first thanksgiving as an adult, to either use old traditions she did as a child or to start a new thing as an adult.

I got to talk to some people about how they celebrated their thanksgiving. I always wondered how other people celebrated back in the day and in present day. I thought that everybody celebrated their thanksgiving with all of their family and roasted a turkey. After talking to other people I found out that I was wrong to think that.

This year Thanksgiving is on November 23,2017. Every year my family Thanksgiving is the best, to me at least. So we always have Thanksgiving at my Grandmas and Grandpas, but not this year we are having it at my house. Which I mean could be good and bad. Good is it is at my house so it’s cool and bad, the house has to be completely spotless or my mom will freak out. Normally what we do every year is we get my family together and have dinner, mess around, and watch football. This year my dad's brother is coming with his three daughters and his wife and my grandpa and grandma. I really can’t wait to see them all because I don't really see them that much as I would like to. When we have a family dinner like this we always have a lot of food for everyone.

Heavenly smells in the air, footballs on T.V, family is gathered around, and a comfortable homey feel of my grandmother’s house makes Thanksgiving one of my favorite meals of the year. I will always have memories of thanksgiving at my grandmothers. The smell that rushes your nose as you walk in to the house. So many mouthwatering smells go through the air at my grandmother’s thanksgiving. Her Thanksgiving dinner never fails to fulfill my expectations. With the whole family gathered and the dinner table full of delicious food, I can’t help but feel content.

Holidays are always celebrated no matter religion, beliefs, or culture. Some are recognized more than others but none two are as highly recognized like the cherished Christmas and Thanksgiving holidays. The pair may seem vastly different, as they are two completely separate occasions, but in actuality they do share very similar attributes. Many of the similarities and differences are about to be explained, so here goes.

It was the dreadful day kids running around and people stomping, jumping. I was built to withstand a elephant stamped but nothing like this. I live on break road in Georgia I was built in 1999 and if I do say so myself I'm a beautiful house. Now back to the dreadful day it was call thanksgiving everybody comes the wife family and the husband. The children are horrible because they drop things lot of things that stain my floor and turn it pink.

As we all sat down, there was debate on whether we should start eating or wait to say a prayer. Since none of my family is religious, we decided to go around the table and say what we were thankful for, something we do every year. As we ate our large meal conversation shifted to my brother and his fiance’s wedding plans and the topic of children was brought up. Both of them were unsure of if they wanted children, and if they did, they said they would only have one. All of the rest of my family at the table seemed disappointed in this response and began telling them what a blessing it was to have children. I turned to Katie, my brother’s fiance, and pointed out that their children would also be adorable, to which she lightheartedly corrected with “child.” The discussion moved more towards small talk, as I basically described my new life at college over and over again to each of my family members. Meanwhile, my brother and one of my cousins started getting into a debate on modern art and what defines art. My cousin was arguing that anything could be art, while my brother was saying how when he goes to a museum he becomes angry when he sees canvases painted white or just one color. I had just been learning about this topic in my Design class, but instead of contributing I sat beside them listening to their conversation, and kept my thoughts and opinions to myself. Time passed as my family and I

The leaves were brown and the weather was cold, but not unbearably cold. The morning had just started and the sun was barely out. I was eight years old at the time and it was Thanksgiving Day, and on top of the various assortment of food, my family and I had relatives coming to our house to partake in this Thanksgiving feast. My mother had gotten numerous amounts of groceries from the store throughout the week, including potatoes, green beans, cranberry sauce, mix for stuffing, a humongous ham, and to top it if we had the staple for every Thanksgiving, a turkey. I could already smell the scent of a honey baked ham in the oven as I got out of bed and started my day in the bathroom.

When I wake up I see a deathly, pale, colourless body. I check to see if she is breathing. Nothing. As much as I tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from my throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping. I check to see if my mother left anything for me like some food or jewels so I could always remember her. I see a white piece of paper in her

I thought I was gone died that day cause I never experience’s something like that before. We open the washroom door there were two huge trees in our living room and the roof cave in. My mother start screaming and crying, and the house down there street was all gone, but it was some houses that didn’t get hit. I come out and I could do was fall on my knees and start crying until I just couldn’t cry no more. My mother hug me so tight and I said I love you so much and I told her I love her too. There were power lines down in the street so my mother sent me for help and as I’m walking in the street and I see this lady on the ground and then I run to her to see she was ok but it was too late she was already gone that’s when I knew she were dead. I didn’t know what to do so I found this blanket that I found in the street and I just cover her body. That was my first time seeing a dead body without it being in a casket. I couldn’t find nobody so I headed back home and told my mother what I did and she was in shock. But there was houses that didn’t get that’s when the neighbors came out and everybody was asking are you ok. I was so mad I didn’t want to say

Thanksgiving is fast approaching. Every year, my family and I sit around the table, thankful and grateful of our current situation. We live in a nice, cozy house and this year, our family is hosting a feast with our relatives. There will be a on a whole array of festive food- creamy mashed potatoes with gravy, buttery corn roasted to perfection with a side of flakey biscuits and candied yam. Of course, I can’t forget about the turkey and stuffing; Thanksgiving wouldn’t be the same for us without it. The whole house will be decorated, and all the children will put on their fancy clothes. I can almost hear the faint sound of Charlie Brown coming from the TV in the background. We have it good, but the same cannot be said for the Indigenous people. To me, it’s a holiday where I can spend time with my family. To them, it’s a yearly, painful reminder of the genocide of their people. This year will not be any different for them. This Thanksgiving, they will be sitting out in the freezing cold, protesting the Dakota Access Pipeline to protect their land and the land of millions of people.

While children are growing up in America, they are told several tales of America’s establishment and history. However, these stories are generally not told as they actually happened. An instance of this is the story of the Pilgrims and the first Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is explained as this elaborate ceremony where the Pilgrims and Indians gathered in harmony at this large harvest in celebration of their coming together. According to the primary document of William Bradford’s journal, Thanksgiving didn’t pan out quite as it is explained to Americans today. In the film, The Addams Family Values, the Addams children take part in a traditional, yet misconceived celebration of the first Thanksgiving. This

Thanksgiving is a time to celebrate our joys with friends and family. Unfortunately, if you are the person designated to cooking the holiday dinner, the joys can turn into complete and total fear. I'll never forget the first time I made Thanksgiving dinner for twenty family members and friends. I waited until the last minute to start and the dinner ended in a complete disaster. In the years following that failure, I have learned that preparing a Thanksgiving dinner is easy...if you plan ahead.

Thanksgiving is a day to give thanks to your life and everyone and everything in it. Thanksgiving is thought of in different ways and is celebrated in unlike ways. Families have divergent meals, places that they visit on Thanksgiving, and activities that they enjoy taking part in on Thanksgiving. Overall, no matter what traditions there are, what meals you have, or the activities enjoyed on Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving is truly a wonderful holiday.

Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year. I love seeing the shinny Christmas lights that decorates my street and the sound of fresh fallen snow on the ground. Christmas reminds me of family, the laughter and loved we shared, and the gifts we gave to each other. My house on Christmas became the center of my joy.