Personal Narrative Essay : Traditions On Christmas Eve

The comfortable environment of friends and family, delicious smells, and valued conversations make Thanksgiving one of the most enjoyable moments of the year. For as long as I can remember, I have cherished the memories of Thanksgiving with my family. There are comforting sounds of laughter and lively movement throughout the house. With my whole family gathered nearby, I have no choice but to feel grateful.

When we went to Lubbock to go visit are the family, we has to stay at my grandmas house and it was cold in their house because they didn't have their heater on we told them to put it on but they never listen to us. So we all just wrapped ourselves in blankets. We celebrated Christmas with my dad's side of the family for the day. We eat ham and other sides that they made with it and we opened gifts, all I got was some clothes.The next day we celebrated with my mom's side of the family. We ate tacos,beans, and chips and after that we opened presents and we played bingo.Then the next day we went back home, back it was time to go back.

As usual the relatives were happy to see my family and I, and after seeing everybody and hanging around inside for a little bit. My grandmother stayed inside with my mother too cook, and the rest of us transitioned into my backyard where I had another enjoyable experience. There was a rope in my backyard, and this rope was a modern day iPhone. I would swing on this rope for countless hours day after day having the time of my life. This time it was different however, because I had my relatives there, and they would push me on it propelling me even further up making the experience of swinging on this rope even more enjoyable. Out of all the moments that day this is the one that I can remember the most

It was the first time ever that my sisters and I were spending thanksgiving at my grandparent’s house, and their excitement was unparalleled. Fortunately, I’m incredibly close with all my grandparents, however coming from divorced parents, I’ve had to choose throughout the years whom I spend my holidays with. This year was different. A good different.

Five hours go by and here I was watching my family make Christmas cookies and listen to Christmas music. They were laughing and singing, just how I wanted it to be. Mom and Dad shared a kiss and Ann made puking noises. When they were done with the cookies, they went into the living room and turned on 25 Days of Christmas. It was tradition to watch Christmas movies and eat cookies that night before. After a little while they fell asleep and I went off into my “dream land”.

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

I had 5 smores. My amazing grandpa always knows how to get the fire just right for everyone to enjoy. My marshmallows are always soft and squishy which is just the way I like it. After we finished eating s'mores and chilling with the family, it was almost time for bed. I was exhausted. Before I went to bed my brother and I played a competitive game of pool. It was a close one. He ended up beating me with a crazy shot that ended up in a corner pocket on the opposite side of the unbalanced pool table. When the game was over I decided to go to bed. I was very excited and nervous about what tomorrow might

Ever since I was a little kid I’ve been going to my grandparents the day after Christmas day. My family would go there and meet up with all the other Woodruffs that would come. It was mostly three or four families if we got lucky. But when we would get together it would be a great time. My grandma isn’t exactly “traditional” as she doesn’t bake cookies or knit sweaters or generic stuff that other grandmas do. But she was still very loving and welcoming.

My ¨Adventurous¨ Snow Day was not to special at all to be honest. I woke up for school and got an email saying that I had no school that day and so I decided to go right back to sleep until about 11 o'clock. I woke up and did my daily routine and came downstairs for some breakfast and afterwards I went back to my room and played Fortnight for the next 2 and a half hours (I have no life). I put on my winter jacket and went out and walked over to my aunt's house. I stayed there for about 2 hours and then decided to start walking back when the snow got a little heavier and I stopped to get some food on the way home. When I got home I decided to lay down for a bit because I was a little tired and then I kid you not, 2 seconds later my mom

Family traditions can be good or bad, but in my case family traditions are good. I have a couple of family traditions,but I am just going to talk about one of my birthday traditions. My grandma Lynn always makes sure it happens every year. You’re probably wondering what it is, well it is Wizard of Oz night.

This morning we went outside to go take a walk , since we lived in Alaska we had to get warm clothes on since in these days in Alaska it mostly snows a lot the terrible part of today was that we got lost in a snow storm lincoln, Lynn and I couldn't find a place to stay either. We tried to stay warm by giving body warmth to each other , until someone came by and decided to help us get out of the terrible storm , when we finally got out we told Aaron, the guy that got us out of the storm ,where we lives so he'd take us home, we decided to take a warm shower and drink hot cocoa when we went back home, when we finished doing all of those things we put on our pajamas then we went to sleep.

We decorate the house and cookies and made me think. Otherwise, how would it be funny if not using our own human homemade gingerbread cookies? So I decided that we will go tomorrow and ingredients

I remember waking up on Christmas day with a huge smile on my face, heart full of joy, and my stomach barking. I can smell all the spices cooking down stairs. As soon as I got out of bed I will rushed down the steps into the kitchen to see what my mom had prepare for us on this special day. We had different variety of food turkey, stuffing, ham, bake beans, mac and

We each take a huge breath as we step out into the crispy snow that snaps under our boots. I make my way to the front door, illuminated by the red, green, and blue Christmas lights. As I open the door and step into a house full of cheek pinches and hugs, an array of Christmas smells welcomes me and makes my mouth water. As my family and I are quickly made comfortable, I look around... All the house is full of Christmas decorations, and the carols are heard all over the house. My cousins are running, playing , and laughing.

My oh my what a scary yet wonderful day! It was as blizzardy as it could get! October 26th, 2006 was a very special day, not just for me but for my family too. I was cuddled up in my bed from a cozy night sleep until i was woken up quite early by my grandmother and grandfather. I wasn’t very old at the time, and neither were my two siblings, Triston and Torri. We were all still half asleep as it was only 3 o’clock in the morning. I didn’t to go anywhere i was exhausted! My grandmother was getting us all ready to go while my grandpa was packing up the car with blankets and extra clothes for everyone. When grandma loaded us up in the car, Tristion, Torri, and I were startled when we looked out the window and it was as white as a winter wonderland! I was stoked that there was finall snow. As the car started to roll out of the driveway onto the highway, we realized the roads were super slick! My grandma Pat had the first shift and I knew she was worried as so was I. I was worried for my mom becuse she didn’t know what was going to happen.