My Holiday- Personal Narrative Essay

Not so thankful for what happened on thanksgiving. On Thursday, November 26, 2015 my mom suggested that I invite some friends over. My mom just wanted to meet the guys that I was intending to go black friday shopping with later that evening I assumed. Thanksgiving morning, I had asked my friends Ceejay ,Alex, and Collin to come over on Thanksgiving. They arrived and my mom had introduced herself to them and was joking around with them.

My Thanksgiving was pretty fun. I got to see all of my brothers at the same time. We did not have our dinner until Friday, but Thursday was still pretty busy. We did a lot of cooking. Also a lot of arranging.

It is curious that as children, humans have the ability to observe and remember details of specific situations and instances yet lack the ability to describe them. Truman Capote, as a grown man, took advantage of his vivid memories and composed the short work, "A Christmas Memory." The story begins in late November, a month symbolic of all the years gone by that Capote could remember beginning preparations for Christmas fruitcakes.

In 2008, I learned some exciting news that I was going to go on a cruise. A cruise is a new experience for me and I was ready to go on it. We were going to St. Martin in the Bahamas, we would leave Kansas City and get on a boat at Cape Canaveral which was by Kennedy space center. Me, my grandparents, parents, aunt, uncle and my great grandparents were all going on the trip. This trip ended up being the funnest trip in my life.

“Every Thanksgiving I travel to Saint Louis Missouri to stay with my grandmother. Our first day off school for Thanksgiving break, be begin packing for our trip. I had ordered a black Columbia jacket that was supposed to arrive that Wednesday, so I hoped it would come before we left. My brother in college comes to decatur and brings his dog Dino (pronounced deno) so we can travel together. That day all we had to do was wait on my brother Anthony to come back from his Richland classes. It took a couple more hours than we were expecting, and everyone got impatient. I felt slightly ticked but also glad my jacket came before we left.

The day after Thanksgiving my family had a reunion for my grandmother on a boat because

Thanksgiving, the only time where a parade, a dog show, and football can all be found on the same channel. But in all seriousness, Thanksgiving is a time that many overlook for the holiday that comes on December 25th, Christmas. People just think of Thanksgiving as I a time to eat a lot of food and feel bad about it. I was also one of these people waiting for the Christmas holiday to start. However during this Thanksgiving, I learned the true meaning of Thanksgiving with the help of my grandparents.

When I was younger, I always imagined spending my Thanksgivings with my family, watching the parade, and gorging on enough food that would make me regret it later. My parents told me I had to complete a number of community service hours for my church in order to graduate and become a freshman in the ministry program I’m in. Even though I knew it was something I had to do, I did not want to pick up trash or make food for others, which sounds so selfish.

In 1621, the pilgrims celebrated the First Thanksgiving. Pilgrims did not know then, that four hundred years later Thanksgiving would still be celebrated throughout the United States of America. Each American family celebrates Thanksgiving differently, whether they eat turkey or ham, whether they sit down at 2 o’clock or 5, or whether or not they are watching football. No matter what their tradition, each family remembers what they are thankful for. Just like the average american family on thanksgiving my family joins together to remember what we are thankful for. Not only do I come together with family, but my thanksgiving begins with the “Turkey Trot” and ends with Black Friday shopping.

It was a brisk and arid night in the town of Methuen. It was the night before Thanksgiving 2014 and my brother Chris and I were waiting outside for what seemed like forever for our uncle to come pick us up. For some strange reason I remember the exact time temperature was when he finally arrived. As we climbed into the back of his brand new Lexus I looked at the dashboard and it said it was 6:38 PM and it was a hawkish 25° F. My uncle, which I will refer to as “amo” which is the Lebanese Arabic term for uncle, said “Are you boys ready to make a change in people’s lives?” We responded simultaneously with a bewailing “yesssss”.

This is supposed to be a time when all the family come together and have fun and share stores. Thanksgiving has been the best holiday because there's food but the worst because I lost some people close to me.

The crisp, cool, and cinnamon air filled the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Although I was only two years and eleven months old, I remember the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- footed pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I "helped" my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmother's house. After an early dinner with my grandparents, mom, and dad, my grandfather and dad left to catch the Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day football game, leaving the rest of us to find entertainment of our own.

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.

I think Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays. Maybe because of the special atmosphere that you can feel everywhere, in shops, restaurants , pubs and even streets, where you can hear the magical carols, or maybe it's because of its religious background, but what I can tell you for sure is that I can't think of anything more exciting than the image of the entire family preparing the Christmas Tree or fixing the Christmas dishes.

went to sit down. It was the usual journey I take to school, if I