Narrative Essay About Christmas

She sat on the couch watching PBS and indulging in succulent grapes. Flickering across the screen, was an aardvark and his best friend, a bunny, named Buster; some may recognize this description of the amazing show called Arthur and you are the fortunate who have seen it. She was waiting for him to arrive home just like every other night. Her mom was in the kitchen and the smell of chocolate chip cookies wafted from the open kitchen. Where was he?, she wondered, growing impatient like all eight year olds do. Soon car lights broke the darkness of the night and the dog collar was heard running towards the door. He walked in. Her dad always worked late, but when he was finally home, she ran to the man dressed in business attire and was lifted

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.

Christmas Carol How does Charles Dickens convey the character of scrooge in the early pages of a Christmas Carol? Charles Dickens, is best known for his host of distinctively cruel, repugnant characters. His father was sent to a Debtors prison taken his son Charles with him

Each Christmas my cousin, Tyler, and I would be dropped off at Grandma’s to anxiously anticipate Santa Claus’s arrival together. For only being exactly a month older than I, Tyler was quite the opposite. Red, pin-straight hair barely obscured his freckled forehead and blue eyes. His temper was as fiery as hair. My easy going nature and desire to please often clashed with his stubborn demeanor, but he was my confidant, playmate, and best

After a long night of traveling around the world in search for the gifts he always gets himself, he decides he would no longer gallivant and he was done for the night. The bag slightly unzips as the sleigh comes to a gruesome halt, slowly he drags the bag in the basement leaving only a trail of thick red blood. Lifting the bag up after a long night of joy, Santa unzips the bag to reveal his prizes from the night \. 9 little plump children and beautiful masterpiece photos of the kills of the holiday. “Nothing says Christmas like serial killer”, Santa says, letting out a laughing Ho Ho Ho. Looking at the children stuffed in his bag he took them out one by one, looking closely to pick his little helper for the night. The children cried and

Sometimes a non-fiction book can have relative applications and stories in it, but a fiction book can achieve the same purpose with adding some exaggeration to further support the meaning of the story. The Christmas Carol, written by Charles Dickens, is a fiction story, but it contains a lot of meaning to the outlook on life. The battle between the flesh and the soul adds emphasis on the morals of the human being. Developing the story is an important aspect as well, whether the development is in the conflict, within the characters or the resolution. Inside the conflict, the conflict can either be internal or external. External being the fight between two men, and internal being the conflict within yourself. The Conflict in The Christmas Carol

Christmas is the most important day of the year for her. Her family gives her everything on her list, or else. This Christmas, the family has had enough, and refuses to get what she requests. After screaming and yelling at her parents and adopted sister, Michelle Marley, she storms into her room and slams the door.

When the sky was bright and the cold mississippi wind blew, I trudged out of the shack in the snow and went up to the back door, thinking I should go say Merry Christmas or Good Morin’. I got to the door and it opened up very slow like it was some kind of sloth not wanting’ to move. When I got to the Logan’s, Cassie, Christopher John and Little Man ran up to me.

It was a cold winter night as the wind blew the snow around in circles. I was putting the final touches on the decorations in the grand ballroom of the white house, while simultaneously trying not to get my rose red, lace ballgown dirty. In the center of room was a grand oval, wooden table, decorated with gold tinsel and branches from pine trees, painted silver, with gold pinecones as a centerpiece. I had help decorating the room, and was very happy with how everything turned out. There was a small band in the corner playing various christmas tunes when the click of heels notified me that I had a visitor. In a light pink, flowy ballgown, was Ariel. Her bright red hair was curled, and her makeup was incredible. I walked over to greet

The early morning air is cool on my skin, but the bright sunshine promises heat by ten am. The sprinklers on the neighbor’s lawn go off, signaling that it is seven o’clock and we need to get moving. I smile as I open the car because today is the last day before winter break, and tomorrow will be baking day. I quickly set the large bag of presents in the trunk of my father’s car, and hurry back into the house to get the cookies and my backpack. Inside the door, I am greeted by a large and heavily decorated Christmas tree. On the mantle sit stocking hooks and a windmill cresh rotates on the coffee table surrounded by pinecones. Passing into the next room, one feels as if they have stepped onto another planet. The chandelier id still draped with

I rolled over in the mountain of duvet covers to the sound of Dakota giggling. I smiled as I raised my arm to feel for my husband’s hand but all I felt was Bean’s fury leg. I thought about how the children, Lena and Dakota, would react to their Christmas gifts this morning as I jumped out from under the heating blanket. As I rose from my slumber, I could feel my muscles loses their strength. I dismissed what I had observed because today was special, it was Christmas.

My heart set ablazed in awe as I craddled the bear, with it’s soft, golden fur, pink, strait bowtie, and black, shiny marble eyes, staring at me like it was alive with the Christmas Spirit.

It’s that time again, it’s time to get presents decorate the house and tree. Every year it is a hard time having all decoration brought in and lugged around but, everything is worth it when you see the beautiful lights. The amazing lights are thanks to the mom of the Curlew family on Christmas, she comes up with it all. She makes everything looks good when she has it all come together, she is the producer of the movie. The lights they have are great especially on the tree all the ornaments and lights are spread perfect for a popping Christmas tree. The tree is so good there animals know it. they every year end up going under the tree a least once our dog Jeffery and cat Jimmy go under the tree.

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.

We each take a huge breath as we step out into the crispy snow that snaps under our boots. I make my way to the front door, illuminated by the red, green, and blue Christmas lights. As I open the door and step into a house full of cheek pinches and hugs, an array of Christmas smells welcomes me and makes my mouth water. As my family and I are quickly made comfortable, I look around... All the house is full of Christmas decorations, and the carols are heard all over the house. My cousins are running, playing , and laughing.