I’ll never forget my first Christmas day, It was amazing. I was a child. That winter was being one of the coldest winters that I’ve ever seen. It was a snowy and freezy day, but the presents and my family were waiting for me.
We arrived at the family farmhouse at 9 o’clock. All my family was there. My grandmother was cooking a delicious meal, and his daughters(aunts) were setting the table. There were almost 20 dishes on the table. We had dinner. The father Christmas was coming! We saw the light getting closer to the house, I was really excited. All my family were looking through the windows…
At last he arrived. I was afraid and I took refuge with my father. He laughed. Then he spoke to the father Christmas, but he was speaking English. I could not understand him. He was carrying a big bag with a lot of presents inside, his face was bright red, his big beard was protecting him. As soon as I had seen the presents, I started to run to him and I give him a hug. Maybe I was crying of happiness, but, I burst into tears.
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