Personal Narrative: Christmas Caroling

I have participated in many activities that served to help others such as, taking my time to help at the Adult’s Day Care, help with anything that is needed at the nursing home, and on the weekends I would volunteer at the Youth Basketball Summer League by working at the concession stand, collecting ticket money, work for the scoreboard, and coach for my team. I also believe it is better to give than to receive. I donate money and toys to the St. Jude Children Research Hospital as well as giving to the Wounded Warriors. In addition to giving to the Wounded Warriors, my father and I participated in the cook off in honor of the warriors that have fought for our

The California Scholarship Federation at my high school actively participates in our school's peer to peer tutor and mentor program, as well as serve food to the homeless at our local Gospel Mission and assist in the community's effort to clean our local river, the Tuolumne River. Twice a year, we fundraise for the end of the year senior scholarships for worthy senior CSF members and over the summer we organize a picnic

In my small circle of teenage theater geeks, it’s universally accepted that you are either into it or you aren’t. The first time you’re on stage is like getting an amazing kind of bug that, instead of getting you sick, fills you up to the brim with enthusiasm for the art and never lets go.

I am writing you this tragic afternoon to inform you of a most important issue that could greatly affect my grade my Christmas, and my overall year. This may not be your fault, but I have failed to receive one of my few essays back. The voice essay is the essay that has caused of all of the problems. Since I never got the essay I have no way of advancing to the next step of the essay which is the fixing of errors. I have looked for the essay prior to writing you this and had no luck of finding it. I asked you to please look over your's folders once more and write to me back with any updates on the matter at hand. Thanks for taking your precious time to read this and have an awesome day.

As a child my mother always expressed to me the importance of giving back and helping those that are less fortunate. However, I never had a problem with this concept as I always found myself getting in trouble for giving away my hats , gloves, or lunches to my peers that didn't have any. Unlike some people, giving back to the community is not something I do for my resume, but giving back has become a pastime of mine. Over the last 10 years I spent time giving back with Optimist International and at places such as Chosen 300, Share Food, Ronald McDonald House, and Cradles to Crayons. My love and involvement in service doesn't stop when I leave Cradles to Crayons, Chosen 300 or Share Food , for the last 4 years I served as a graduate mentor to

Two of my all-time favorite dishes are latkes (potato pancakes) and my mom’s famous matzo ball soup. Both of these dishes derive from the Jewish culture and remind me of the Jewish holidays I used to celebrate with my family and relatives growing up. Not only do they remind me of the Jewish holidays, but also the moments I shared with my family members. I cherish the moments of my family gatherings to celebrate the holidays. Often, I wish I could step back in time to celebrate these holidays and create wonderful memories with the people I love.

Before the beginning of this year the most dance I had done was a student run dance club at my old school that was only for fun, but I hadn’t ever done a full year of structured classes. Looking back to the beginning of the year I feel like I progressed extremely far with my knowledge and experience.

When I woke up on Saturday morning, I looked outside the window and I saw that it had snowed. I had no clue that I was going to have big plans for the snow. I was about twelve years old when I had an amazing snow day. When these big plans for snow happened, I was in the same house that I am currently in which is in Alexandria. Since I had a house I had a lot of land to sled on. I woke up and put my 2 layers of clothes on and put my snow boots on. I was already. The only thing I had to do was wait for my sister to get up and get ready. My sister and I headed outside to find the perfect hill to slide down. Then my sister and I went sledding down the big hill that we had on the property. My sister and I took turns going down the hill. I would go

I woke up to the sound of our screen door slamming. Someone started stomping all around the house and then I heard my mother.

Hey, Sara, you have ever been on earth? Elizabeth asks. No, but I always wanted to go. I ask my dad and he says when you go visit Anastasia and Andrew I can go to. Sara says. That would be great. I did not know I would be able to visit Anastasia and Andrew. Elizabeth says. Yes, my dad says that we can spend our winter break there. Sara says. Is that Christmas break? Elizabeth asks. Well, we do not go to school during winter because of it too cold. Sara says. We get off during the summer. Elizabeth says. It will be summer on earth when we go see Anastasia and Andrew. The seasons are different here in Crystal City. Sara

The icy air swells around my ears causing by skin to tingle and sting. My fingers and toes are numb to the touch, but somehow I find this feeling quite amusing. A continuous shudder convulses my body as soon as the chilling wind comes in contact with my skin, freezing me to the bone. I quickly remember vague yet precious childhood memories. The urge of throwing a snowball, lying on the fluffy cotton known as snow and creating a snow angel, or designing a snowman, rushes over me. Those were the good old days, but that was years ago I am a lot older now. I finally gather up the courage to get out of my lovely abode, and I journey into the uncharted frozen wasteland.

I was having a perfect Christmas Eve, I had just hung up my stockings making every single thing straight so when Santa slipped down the chimney it would be perfect. While I was organizing Santa's cookies and milk I started to wonder, was Santa really real? Of course he was real because every year on Christmas Eve he would leave me presents under the tree. I had also seen pictures of him everywhere down town when I was helping my mama Christmas shop. He was also on all kinds of decorations and goodies.

In the 1999 theatrical version of A Christmas Carol we revisit a timeless classic packaged as a grittier and more down to earth version of Charles Dickens classic novel. In the movie the titular character of Ebenezer Scrooge finds himself alone and cut off from the world after his business partner Jacob Marley passes away. The bitter and cold hearted Scrooge despises Christmas and all those who embrace it, until one fated night, when his deceased business partner pays him a visit and sets him on a journey that will change his life he knows it.

One day that happened to be Christmas eve something awful happened, very appalling to say the least.

The day I got four Christmases began with a fiery sunrise whose golden arcs of color dotted my path as I made my way across the matted, gray carpet that snaked up the walls. I walked down the stairs, making sure to step on my toes first to ensure a quiet descent. No one in my family was awake yet, and I was surrounded on all sides by disillusioning silence as in all early hours of the morning. Directed only by the sunlight filtering in through the upper windows, I managed to pick my way across the furniture to the fireplace. We didn’t have a Christmas tree, and at seven years old, I longed for the splendor of a beautiful evergreen tree adorned with iridescent fairy lights. All we had was a wreath my mother had hung up on the front door, and it didn’t even have ornaments on it.