Essay about Personal Narrative - Christmas Memory

As I took my first step out of the doorway, I felt the ice below my feet and heard the wind whispering in

Starting out, I was walking slowly down the freshly snow covered dirt lane in front of my cabin. As I was walking I could hear the crisp

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

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Abigail hasn't said much while we're walking. It's obvious that she's really cold. Her clothes are wet and it's winter, she must be freezing. I wrap my arm around her shoulder, and she jumps slightly. She's easily startled. Once she realizes what I'm doing she leans into me.

Over christmas break I jumped into our ice cold pool it was horrible. It felt like someone was ripping me into little pieces but also it was not that cold outside after. When we got inside we changed back into home clothes watched some of suicide squad then we got on our roof and played up there. It is a really steep roof. When I was up there I slipped and started sliding down but I caught myself before I could fall.

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Mama described their journey so beautifully that I envisioned a winter wonderland filled with enchanted mystery that I could see in my mind as clearly as I could see the white, silk curtains rustling over the living room windows to the kiss of a gentle breeze.

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.

“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom,” Marcel Proust said. This quote suggests how being grateful for the people that you feel close to, will make you feel happier. A Christmas Memory by Truman Capote takes place during the Great Depression in a small Southern town. A seven year old boy named Buddy, and his friend are hit by the Great Depression. They do not have very many possessions, only basic necessities. The holidays are right around the corner so Buddy and his friend decide to make fruit cakes for all of their friends, even though they do not have much. They end up not having much money to get each other something for Christmas. In the end, they both decide that having each other is enough, and that they’re both very grateful for one other. One lesson that is taught in the story, is that often, people tend to only be grateful for materialistic things. However, in this story they’re grateful for one another. Similarly, in the short story The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry expresses the same theme of gratefulness through the development of the character traits and character conflicts. Both stories show that being grateful for the people that you feel close to, will make you feel happier.

I eventually find my way back into the cold, the snow blows up into my face, it stings. I run to shelter desperately.

The front gate was already open when I arrived. The slippery journey proven to be a difficult task to achieve. Although the way had been cleared, a thick layer of ice from whence it laid dormant under the blanket of snow is now exposed. My eyes fixated on the icy path as I evaluate each steps making sure to only step on the dry

I stumble as I climb the steep path. Snow flies in my face. There’s no way the rangers will catch me now. Snow tumbles down beside me. I try not to lose my footing.

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.