The unforgettable Christmas
The most wonderful time for me as a child was the winter. I will never forget when in late November I was waiting for the first snow. In the morning when I woke up, I looked out of window and saw snow-covered trees and buildings, I could not have been happier. Because snow from the point of view of a 6 year old child, meant really good fun. My friends and I made snowmen, went tobogganing, and pretended to be detectives tracing each other from our footsteps. There were so many things to do.
I loved winter also because of Christmas time. I specially remember one of them. It was a very cold winter. It was snowing all the time and the temperature was very low; it was really freezing. We went to my grandparents for Christmas Eve. All my family including my parents, sisters and brother, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins and a few family friends were sitting round the big dining table.
Every year we followed the same tradition, it was just fantastic. All my family were wearing smart clothes, the gifts were waiting under the Christmas tree and my grandmother was baking delicious gingerbread cakes with icing. My responsibility was looking out of a window at the sky and searching for first star because it was only then that we could start to eat the traditional twelve dishes for supper. “I have found one; I have found the first star.” I shouted happily. Everybody stood up and started sharing their wafers and sharing their best wishes for each other.
After we ate the supper, it was time to get our presents. It was my favourite part, because it meant that Santa Claus would come and give each of us our gifts. I had been looking forward to that all year, to meet the old man with a long, grey bread, ruddy cheeks and fancy red clothes. I believed that he arrived from Finland on a big sledge pulled by reindeers and parked on the top of my house and came down the chimney with a huge bagful of presents. It...
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