Personal Narrative Essay On Christmas And Christmas : A Christmas Day

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.

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

Each ghost marks an important step in Scrooge’s journey towards being a better person. Explain

I never expected anyone to be this heartbroken over my death. Here I was 15 year old boy named Andy Hollows. My death was tragic, Leukemia is never easy to deal with. I was currently watching my mom wrap Christmas presents for my younger sibling. This is their first Christmas without me and I wasn’t too happy with my dad acting like a Grinch this time of the year in this exact situation. Lord knows my mom did not need it, nobody did in fact they were depressed, heartbroken, lost, and dull. I was always the one to cheer them up when they were sad, help Mom decorate for christmas, and help my younger sister, Ann pick out a ugly Christmas sweater to wear. I was interrupted out of my dark and useless thoughts by the door bell ringing.

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

We walk back to the shelters to get some sleep, and I sit there awake for a minute until my father falls asleep. In the morning when I awake, my father is very sick, so I take him to the doctor. The doctor rejects to help because he is a surgeon. I take my father back to the shelter to let him rest some more. I leave him to go outside to get more coffee. I think back to all the things me and my father have been through. Losing my mother and sister will always reply through my head, remembering them holding hands and moving off to the left, and my father holding onto my hand, and we walking away from them. The last thing I got to do was just look into there eyes and turn and walk away. Once I got back I found my father not there. I knew where he had gone, they had taken him to the furnace. I dropped to the floor wanting to cry, wanting to have a fit like a normal teenager. Deep into his feelings he thought “Free at last.” He was free to only think about surviving, and not to worry about anyone but himself. I will miss my father. I love him. I will never forget how much he did for me, he is the reason why I am still

Two years ago today, my father passed away in a tragic accident no one foresaw. The night before he passed away, he came into my room and told me that he had a secret and a present to give me.

It was the year of 2010, the sun was shining and the wind was slight. I was on my way home from school when my aunt Angie's phone started ringing. She was driving so she let my cousin Haley answer her phone. It was my dad, he was calling with the most life changing news I have ever heard. It was about my mom, she couldn't be found, no one has heard from her all day. My dad made me come home right away. When I got home he ran over to me and wrapped his soft arms around me and held me so very closely. That life-changing day, has made my dad and I more closer. Since she has been gone, there hasn't been one day that he hasn't been by my side. Not only is he always there for me he is also a very reliable person.

I pay it forward in my hometown by always willing to help others whenever they are going through a hard time. I spend my evenings or early mornings attending youth group with my church. Throughout the years I have made gift baskets for people in my community who are sick and participated in the giving tree around Christmas time, which is where I pick a family who is in need, and provide them with Christmas presents. I have went Christmas Caroling with my church around Christmas time to families homes in my community as well. During the Easter time I have helped out at my church by coloring Easter Eggs with little kids and helping clean up afterwards. I can see myself paying it forward at USF and in the future by continuing to attend church

I remember the tearless man standing beside the bed where the body of his mother, my grandmother, laid. There was a silent feeling in the room even as the cries and yells that were heard outside of the room from family members and friends lingered. I was shocked to see my father not cry in the sorrowful room. I knew he was being strong for me so I wanted to be strong for him. I asked him why he never seemed to have shed a tear and he responded saying "Because she is in God's hands now". Hearing that when I was young, I did not understand at the time; however, it made me realize later how significant it is to look up to my Dad during distressing times and learn from his implicit behaviors as teachings for becoming a young man.

As dawn began to approach, on the 22nd day of September 2016, my father followed his path directly for his bedroom. Normally we would sit and talk about our days, and complain about how hard life is. That month was nothing but a cold silence that rang through the house as the garage doors shut. Today was the day that my father would tell us the truth. At the time our family and I were attending a church in Decatur. We had been members for over 10 years, and it was all going to come to a complete halt. Emerging from his room, my father had a blank stare on his face. A look that I would never forget. He began to inch forward and call us all to the dinner table. The topic of conversation began with a sudden burst of tears, and my mother reaching

“Why is he not here yet? He should be here by now.” Sparsit said, worried. “You actually worry about him? The way he treats you? Treats us?” Cook said. “Well… I don't know. I mean, maybe if I act worried, he may feel it in the air, and give me Christmas off. All I want for Christmas, is to be off, solely to help people in need,” Sparsit said, yawning. “I’m going to check if he has arrived.” Walking to the door, Sparsit hears a noise, so he peaks out. Without hesitation, Sparsit opened the door to let Mr. Scrooge in. Startled, Scrooge said “Sparsit?” “Yes, sir?” Sparsit replied as if it was uncontrollable. “Hurry, hurry. The door… close it.” Scrooge said, causing Sparsit to think. “Did you knock, sir?” As he said that, Sparsit knew he had messed

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.

My father and I used to play a game together. Every morning, when I was 3, as the sun would rise, he would come into my room and knock on the side table of my bed. I would always pretend to be asleep until he knocked, and then I would jump into my father’s arms. We called our little game “Knock, knock” and played it every single day. However, one day, the knocks stopped coming. My father was no-where. I was fatherless.

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.