Personal Narrative - Christmas Memory Essay

It can be argued that Christmas as a holiday is far removed from the way it was first envisioned. That said, there are certain element that many people share or celebrate making it an arguably complex holiday. As the preeminent children’s author of his generation, Geisel serving heavily on the minds of his young readers helped shape what Christmas means for many people with his narrative How the Grinch Stole Christmas!. Though at the surface the work is a simple morality tale that promotes unity over consumerism, it has subtle nuances that make the work interesting on several

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 like Thanksgiving believe it or not, do happen to share many traits. One major factor that the two own is the warmth and love of bringing family and close friends together. It’s the few times a year that everyone has a reason to all gather around to

It was Christmas eve, the smell was amazing! My mom’s Christmas cookie yankee candle was burning and the smell was still lingering from where me and my mom baked cookies and brownies to eat on christmas morning. I was in my room where I couldn’t go to sleep, My TV was still running hallmark christmas movies and I heard yelling from my parents bedroom but I was too comfortable to get up so I brushed it off and I finally told myself to get some sleep for the long and exciting morning that was just a couple hours ahead of me.The next morning was christmas morning I was wearing my favorite pajamas, a long-sleeve black shirt with two glittery hearts in the middle and my matching long black pants with red, pink,and white polka dots but

The night of the first spirit was near to appear. Scrooge was stern but brave and patient. He waited,waited and waited, then a flash of light streaked across the colossal bedroom. There in his presence was a shining light of the beautiful spirit. Scrooge asked who was this mysterious spirit. The spirit spoke “I am the ghost of Christmas past “ of whose past spirit, scrooge said. “Your past “ the spirit once said. The spirit wandered around with scrooge of his Christmas past. At an instance they were in the hands of his old church. Scrooge said to the spirit “i remember this place” Scrooge felt something in his heart that he has not felt before in a long time, happiness. They traveled to another place that Scrooge has in his brain that stores

When I was younger, the two holidays I looked forward to were always Thanksgiving and Christmas. This time of the year always is the happiest because everything feels so refreshing because I am spending quality time with the people I love most. When it comes to Thanksgiving and Christmas, I always seem to have the most memorable good and bad moments. These holidays have very different meanings but have the same feeling because it symbolizes, good food, good times with family and a whole lot of drama.

My Christmas break started off really relaxed and not really doing much and for the most part, just little things preparing for the big day when Christmas actually comes. We have to clean house because my grandma comes over and my mom thinks that everything has to be perfect. Christmas is my favorite time of the year because I get tons of new toys and get to spend a lot of time with family. Every year a couple days before Christmas my family gets to drive to Belton to get to spend time with my granny and have a little Christmas there with her.

Memaw was one of the older kids in the family so after she got marry the younger ones looked up to her. Memaw started a Christmas tradition that she would cook for the family each year. I remember after I was nine or ten I started counting how many people came to Memew’s house on Christmas Day. Every Christmas you could bet that there would be 100 people coming through the house to eat or just to visit with Memaw and Pepaw. Memaw would tell everyone each year that the food would be out between 12 and 5 for all that wanted to eat. There would be food and more food laid out over all the cabinets. Memaw and Aunt Lick (when she got older) would bake a ham, turkey and chicken, then there would be stuffing and dressing. Next you would come to sweet potatoes (with marshmallows on top), cream potatoes and potato salad. Moving on down the line there would be three or four

Last Christmas, my family was getting ready to go to a Christmas party. I could smell the sweet aroma of cookies being baked and hear All I Want for Christmas is You being played, putting everyone in a happy

Feelings of joy when giving gifts to loved ones; sweet, rich scents of delicious warm Swiss Miss hot chocolate; harmonious tunes of beautiful snowflakes, and bright red carriages pulled by reindeer. And of course, the glimmering white snow that brings an ecstatic feeling of happiness every year on first snowfall, as if the world has never seen it before. There truly is nothing not to love about Christmas. That is, of course, until that beautiful white snow I have always loved suddenly decides it would rather have my car upside down on an icy dirt road.

pack up our stuff really quick and get on our way. I had just gotten my bags packed and so I took them out into the living room so my dad could take them out to the car. I walked back into my Christmas has always been my favorite holiday! I’ve never known why it is my favorite, but it just always has been. There's a lot of different family traditions when it comes to Christmas. Some can get pretty extreme, like covering your house with flashy lights from top to bottom. Anyway, my family on the other hand don't do anything very spectacular compared to other people's traditions but all that matters is I get to be with my family and that's a pretty spectacular tradition it you ask me.

It was Christmas Eve, and I had just hung up my stocking by the fireplace-right where it would be all ready for Santa when he slipped down the chimney. I knew he was coming, because-well, because it was Christmas Eve, and because he always had come to leave gifts for me on all the other Christmas Eves that I could remember, and because I had seen his pictures everywhere down town that afternoon when I was outside with my Mother.

The air was crisp outside, it was nearing Christmas in our small little city named Belleville. Everyone seemed to be out and about finishing their last-minute Christmas shopping and the city had a busy, but happy feel to it. The ground had a white blanket of snow on it that had just fallen during the early hours of the morning. My mom was taking me to the mall so that I could get pictures taken with Santa, one of my favourite parts about Christmas. As I was sitting in my car seat all bundled up in my snow suit, clutching my favourite stuffed bunny all I was fixated on was what to ask Santa for Christmas. I was 7-years-old with big brown eyes that glared out the window with the unruliest hair you could ever imagine. As we stopped at our final red light before our destination, we both witnessed an extremely bad car wreck. It was one of those car wrecks that seem to happen in slow motion, so slow that you can almost scream “Watch out!”. All of a sudden, the women that I viewed as my ordinary suburban mom dashed out of our warm van to face the crisp, windy weather. That day she risked her life to save another. She was able to keep the driver of the SUV stable until the ambulance arrived. This was the first time I ever saw my mom as the true person she is. Selfless, courageous, she stepped in not even on a first name basis. She didn’t know that person in the SUV and they didn’t know her. That was the day that I decided I wanted

It also shimmered on the shoes, which men were wearing. The combination of the snow and the Christmas lights makes me feel as though I was entering another world full of amusement, ecstasy and anticipation as Christmas draws in. The atmosphere is pleasant, though everybody seems to be distressed and having problems on their minds, as though they were carrying the weight of the whole, entire world on the shoulders.

It is Christmas Eve at my home. I just hung up my stocking, and I had a fireplace for Santa to come. I knew it would not be long before Santa Clause come. He has to come because it is Christmas Eve. He always comes on Christmas Eve. Every Christmas Eve, my mother lets me open one or two presents. She also reads us a Christmas story. This Christmas Eve, I wonder what Santa Clause is doing at the North Pole as I read the Christmas story. However, I wish I could go see Santa Clause and Mrs. Clause at the North Pole. I want to see how they look, how they feel, how the north pole look like, and how their house look and feel like.