Personal Narrative : Having A Perfect Christmas Eve

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 political cartoon “American Grandma’s Story” by Dr.Seuss features a grandmother wearing a sweater that says, ‘America first’ who is reading her children a story titled: Adolf the Wolf. The caption on top states: “...and the Wolf chewed up the children and spit out their bones… But those were Foreign Children and it didn’t really matter.” The cartoon was created in 1940 before the U.S. was forced to join the war after the bombing of Pearl Harbour. At that time, Hitler has already gained control of most of mainland Europe and forced France to surrender.

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.

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.

“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.

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

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,

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

I looked out the living room window and saw my parents hanging up our Christmas lights in the soft, falling snow. The aroma of gingerbread cookies floated in the air. I was wrapped up in a fuzzy, red blanket lounging on our black, leather couch, watching the Christmas special on tv.