Personal Narrative Essay - Original Christmas Day

My stomach let out one last roar as the waiter set down the plate of tacos accompanied by Spanish rice and beans. I went straight for the chicken taco garnished with cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes. A puddle of my cravings formed at the pit of my mouth as I grabbed the taco and pulled it closer to the portal of my hunger. The crack of the taco shell was as satisfying as the A I received on my final exam last week. My taste buds exploded like fireworks on the fourth of July. The crunch of the fresh lettuce became joyful music to my ears. Each bite become more savoring. I became distracted by the tingle I detected on my tongue and soon realized the tacos were topped with spicy

It was a hot, summer day. Although it was only morning, we could feel the sun beating down on us. The lines weren't too long; after about twenty minutes, we were finally inside the park. First thing I noticed was the delicious smell of food. I hadn't had breakfast and definatley wanted some food. We went to go eat at an indoor restaurant where I chose a chicken burger. Laughter was filling the air as we ate, making us all the more excited to get on some rides. After eating, we decided to walk around to let our food go down and see what rides we wanted to get on.

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Instead of talking, I turned my back and grabbed my lunch sack. I took my lunch, and sat down with my friend group. In previous grades we had to sit with our class, which truly sucked, but now we didn't. Lunch has always been one of my favorite times of day, it still is. Earlier that day I left my breakfast on the counter which made me extremely hungry. I raced out of the creaky old wooden door my house could barely support and rushed directly to school. I knew that later my mom would have a stern talk with me about wasting the good food, but in that moment all I could think about was lunch. I began to starve, my blood flushed with the instant pleasure that euphoria brought as I gazed upon my phenomenal pizza stromboli. I gazed while my mouth hung open, taking in none of the conversation going on around me. My salivary glands began generating glittering drool that raced down my face as though it wanted the stromboli more than I did. I almost chowed down on the heavenly meal I recently unpackaged, but the lunch lady showed up out of nowhere. She asked me another question, one that had me scared, nervous, and dizzy all at the same time. This question made my

As I walked downstairs I could smell the aroma of eggs, bacon, and toast drifting up the hall. The sound of the bacon sizzling and the dishes being moved around gave me a warm, toasty feeling that calmed my nerves and made me relax. As I sat down at the island in the center of the kitchen, my mom served my breakfast to me.

Next, we were told to mingle around and make the guests feel comfortable. In Finch Fieldhouse was hundreds of people who were here to receive the food we provided, and each of them had their own story to tell. I spent about a half an hour talking and getting to know some of them while we waited for the food truck to arrive. When it arrived I helped unload some of the boxes of food, which were surprisingly varied. I expected to see loads and loads of non-perishable foods, but instead I unloaded potatoes, apples, cakes and squash. I prepared bags to hand out, and arranged them on the tables. The people of the community began to line up, and I volunteered at the dessert table. Every person who went by was given one or two desserts like cookies, donuts, pie or cake. I could see the happiness on their faces as I handed out treats and laughed with them. The most memorable moment was when a young girl and her father came through the line. They had been waiting in line almost the whole time, and the dessert stand was the last table. When they walked by, I asked the young girl what kind of dessert she wanted, and she looked at her father as if to ask permission. He told her to pick one out, and she quietly asked for a cake. I spent some time searching for the perfect cake, one that had chocolate frosting. When I handed it to her, her face lit up like the sun. I had

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 enjoy every holiday on the calendar since it means a day off from school. However, the one that stands out the most is Christmas. Christmas is my all-time favorite holiday because of the joy of opening all the beautifully wrapped presents under the Christmas tree, listening to the wonderful, joyous Christmas music, enjoying the exclusive traditional Christmas feast, and the most important of all, the gathering with my father’s side of the family,

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.

make my way to the frost coated back door, illuminated by the green and red

Have you ever wondered how people have the most beautiful christmas decorations? Or wondered how to do it yourself? Their decorations look so cool and you wish that your house could look like that. Well, now your house can look like theirs too. I will tell you the steps to the success. The steps to decorate for the holidays. They will tell you everything from the tree, to the outside of your house and everywhere in between.

Back when my great grandma was alive, my family started a tradition. This tradition was making popcorn balls and sugar cookies every year for christmas. Now this tradition has been going on for many years, up until a few years ago.

In my birth story, there is nothing really to it unless you count me just being born. I asked my mom, but, she said nothing really happened. But, one thing that she said was that she was craving some foods like burgers and red cream soda and some other stuff. But after months and months, I was delivered at Good Samaritan Hospital and weighed 7lbs 12.8oz. She always had a name in mind for me, and it was Jackson because she loved the name and it meant God has been Gracious.

We walk in and the atmosphere fills me with joy; I hear children yelling on roller coasters, the amazing aroma of greasy, fried pork rinds, seeing smiles everywhere, it just sets the mood of having a great day. My family and I are at the famous theme park, Silver Dollar City. We have had a lasting tradition of visiting, every Christmas holiday and enjoying the sights and sounds of this amazing place. Our first stop is the store, Christmas Hollow, where Christmas is everywhere. Bright lights are throughout the whole store, while the smell of cinnamon and peppermint fill the air. I walk very carefully; not wanting to break any of the very fragile glass all around me. Finally, my favorite item, the nutcrackers; even though I have a crowd of them at home, I always want another. I love the way they stand so tall and so straight, almost as if they were real.

Six years ago, I had one of the best Christmas of all times. I have never told my parents what I want for Christmas, they just give me something that I wanted but that I never thought about. (For example, they gave me the Beats headphones last year, and even though I did not ask for them I really wanted them.) My parents always surprise me with awesome gifts, but that Christmas, they completely exceeded my expectations.