“Oh! Christmas is coming! Christmas is coming!” In the school morning, a student is shouting “Really?” I hear it and answered “Yes!” “Oh!” All the students are shouting. They are happy.
Thinking before, On Christmas, my parents always say: “The Father Christmas will give you a beautiful gift! But if you aren’t a good student, the Father Christmas won’t like you, he won’t give you a gift! Do you know?” “Ops! I believe I will be a good student.” I say.
It is Christmas Day night. I go sleeping. My mom says: “I think you could get a gift, Amy!” “Oh! That’s wonderful!” But I wonder where Father Christmas’ home is? How could he know I am a good or bad student? I have many questions. But there is no answer. I tell myself to forget it, I’m sure Father Christmas will give me a gift.
It’s morning. Oh! My God! There is a gift next to my head. I take apart the gift. Oh! What a lovely doll! How nice! “Do you like it?”My mother asks. “Yes! Yes!” “Happy Christmas! Amy!” “Thanks!”
With I grow up. I understand there is no Father Christmas in the Earth! But thanks Father Christmas give me so much happy.