Personal Narrative : Having A Perfect Christmas Eve

In the year 2008, I received my first elf for Christmas. Her name was Snowflake and she appeared with my brothers’ elves and my mom’s old childhood elf, Duende. She’s so beautiful with her velvet green dress, red and white striped tights with green velvet elf shoes with tiny bells. Every year after Thanksgiving, my elves would arrive. I have about twelve elves because I take such good care of them that Santa sends me his elves. Our family elves are extremely mischievous and do tricks every day during the Christmas Holidays. It is my favorite time of the year. Every morning as soon as I wake up, I run downstairs to see what mischievous things my elves have done. They are very smarting, witty and extremely creative. Christmas is my favorite holiday. I love Christmas carols, decorating the house with my mom, baking cookies for Santa, the smell of pine from the Christmas tree and opening presents Christmas morning.

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.

After living with Santa for years and years, he was no longer a human, but one of Santa's many elfs...and the tallest one at that.

The story of the elf jimmy. It all started when Jimmy was an elf and he is sitting by the fire, it is so warm it is like a desert inside that room. But, jimmy didn't make all the toys that he was required to make. So he had to go to the workshop to make the rest. He ran as fast as the clouds running away from the sun. When he got there he got the toy supplies and started making. While he got working Santa told him he was doing a great time and doing great work. After that he felt great about what he had done and he got himself some hot cocoa. After that he went home and had a great day with the other Elfs.

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

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

Run, Stop, Walk! It was a cold Saturday morning in Italy. Once my mom told me were going dog sledding I jumped out the bed, got ready and ran straight out the door into the car, then we started driving. once we get there I admired all the dogs. I get on the dog sleigh and off I went i caught all the cold breeze! I was riding on a dog sleigh with 2 snow dogs! Brr it was ice cold. I was feeling frightened at first but then I got used to it. The next I knew I was going up hills and down hills so fast! It was like a roller coaster! (but on snow!) it felt like I was santa claus on a sleigh but no. instead I had a dog sled and instead of reindeer I had two snow dogs. I could not believe it at first. My dogs were white with orange

After dinner we were sent to bed at 8:00 and even the second night was miserable. Most of Mrs. Mary Ann’s kids cried themselves to sleep every night with the fear of never finding a permanent home. When the alarms went off at 9:00 am we got dressed, ate breakfast and were sent off to school. It was only one week until Christmas,so the kids explained to us how the nuns told Santa that we were naughty. We only got few gifts or none at all. Very out of the ordinary a car pulled up with a county worker and a Mother and Father. From upstairs we could hear them talking about adoption. The head nun walked them upstairs and we all introduced ourselves. When they looked at me, I made sure I opened my big blue eyes and smiled really big. The mom melted when she saw me. They walked up to my bed and asked if I would like to come with them. My face lit up with excitement as I jumped up and gave them a huge hug. They drove me to their house which was huge and they had neighbors with kids I could play with. They told me I had to make a list for Santa as quickly as i could being that it was close to

There’s been a lot of improvements in the band as a whole in the past semester. I remember first seeing and playing the Christmas music. Obviously, as the first time playing it, it didn’t sound so clean. That first time compared to how we did at the concert has been highly improved. In the beginning of the semester there were so many accidentals I probably screwed up, and there were probably times I didn’t notice the time signature change so I miscounted measures of rests. By the time of the concert I hadn’t made many mistakes in the music, at least way less than before. The band as a whole sounded better by the time of the concert. Overtime we were able to clean up all the pieces from the jumbled up mess we heard the first time playing these

As I was walking in the park watching all the families look at the Christmas trees and the pretty lights, I seen a family walk towards me, I sat there and prepared what I was going to say if they were to stop to ask me a question. Seeing this little girl look at me all happy and decorated in her little Christmas hat, and holding her parent’s hands, she asked me “is Santa real?” I stood there with a big smile on my face and said “why yes he is

I was out of town all week with my family. We decided to go to see the light for Christmas. We were at my papa’s house that he bought for us to go on vacation with it was at a lake in Naylor. We found out that to see the lights it started at 6:00. Mama started freaking out because it was 5:00. So, we got ready and got in the car and headed off. The lights were in Florida and we were in Naylor but we keep on going. When we got there the worker said that we had to drive through the lights. I was pretty bummed but the lights were really pretty. There was one part that we could walk through and there would be a mystery at the end! We all were excited about that. The mystery was all of the thrift shops and you could roast marshmallows there was

In 2005, ten-year-old Belle Adams had her dreams crushed after learning the truth about Santa Claus. Her mother, Nicki Adams, admitted to lying about Santa Claus being real. Belle never felt so betrayed. She reacts by writing an offensive note and sliding the note under her mother’s door. The note read, “You have no idea what you just did. I really tried to believe. Everyone told me it’s your parents. I can’t believe you anymore. Is the Easter bunny real, how about the tooth fairy, huh? You just ruined a 10-year-old child’s Life! Thanks! Nothing will make me feel better because you lied to me about something I Loved that Broke my Heart!” As we all know, Santa Claus is the one of the most famous mythologies of all time. Every Christmas Eve,

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.

Twas the night before Christmas, pale and yellow moonlight illuminated a house deep in the woods. Tall pine trees surrounded the house, like giants pointing at the inky black sky. Flurries of snowflakes swirled in a hurry around the house. The house stood alone and abandoned, adorned with Christmas lights, but not the ones you would see on any ordinary house. Some lights were fading, once bright and colorful but now a former shell of what they once been. Others burned out in a spark while the ones left were shattered. The front door was decorated with a rug that could be mistaken as an animal. The tree inside the house was not in the most pristine condition, either. The tree slumped in a dark corner. The top of the tree stretched out like bony fingers grasping at the air. The shiny, glinting ornaments that once fashioned the tree were now shattered. The wallpaper plastered to the wall was now peeling off, like it was rotting. The paint on anything on the house was now faded and chipping away. Stale air filled with dust occupied the house. The house was indeed creepy and not in the most pristine condition. Even more mysterious, the house would only ever appear on the night of Christmas Eve. Despite this, many local teenagers and explorers were drawn to the house. Anyone who was brave enough or dumb enough would enter and see the house in its deteriorated state. One Christmas Eve night many years ago, an explorer had stumbled across the house. He had been in the snow for what