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Christmas story

Of all the holidays that are given to us, the most beautiful for me is and will remain Christmas. I
don't look forward to any other holiday with such joy, because I feel that this is the celebration
of the complete family and the customs from our ancestors.
The house smells of cakes and cookies that we will share with carolers, because on
Christmas Eve our house is filled with carolers.
When the sound of the carols fades and the night falls, I, like all the children in the world,
wait for Santa Claus to arrive at our house on the moonlit road.
The tree was also waiting for him, decorated, full of lights and sparkling globes. On the table,
my mother put three candles and lit them. Their warm light envelops us and silence settles in
the house.
We all have a break to look at the icicles on the window, to melt them and see through the
windows the festive lights on the streets. My parents are free to tell me stories about how they
spent Christmas when they were children, and I love listening to them so much...
But Christmas means more to me than decorated trees, lighted candles, the smell of cookies
and ripe apples. It is a holy holiday, because on Christmas night, God was born as a man, in
Bethlehem. Tonight, the holy blessing pours over the world, and the angels all sing with joy:
"The Lord is on earth!" ». The atmosphere is so festive because people, heaven and earth
celebrate the miracle of the Savior's birth.
And there is Christmas and the warm soul of the mother, the parents, the loved ones, which
illuminates us all year. It is kindness, reborn hope.