Personal Narrative Essay: The Joy Of Christmas

For many people. the months December through February create a vision of happiness and holiday cheer. The thought of all the warm Christmas cookies you and your mom would make, or the pine sweet smell of your just brought home tree, you, already prepared with your basket of ornaments, dusty from being in your basement all year long. The hope of a new year, of new beginnings, of fresh snow, and coming inside from the cold to sit by the burning fire with your favorite book. Thinking of these months can stir up a great deal of memories, and for many, these memories are wonderful. For myself, they always have been. December was a symbol of happiness for me. My family would travel to come to St. Louis, we would routinely follow Christmas traditions from years before, and love was widely spread. However, last December morphed this tremendous enjoyment I got out of these winter months. Looking at this photograph, I would compare it to the calm before the storm. First off, this is the last photo we took as a whole family, before my great grandma lost her long and gruesome battle to Leukemia. It was before the wearying events of December. I remember this day, and this weekend even quite vividly. We all knew my great grandma wouldn’t be with us much longer, which made us
How I wish we would have just stayed in Arkansas. If we would have stayed, what I consider to be the “bad times” wouldn't have happened. Now, realistically, I know this is untrue. It doesn't matter if you live in California, New York, Minnesota, or even here in Missouri, your geographics are irrelevant. Good times will happen, and so will the bad. A quote that got me through the last couple months of last year, and the first few months of the current year, was a quote by John Green stating; “You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet.” (Green, The Fault in Our