Xmas
My first memory of Xmas was when I was 6 years old. On December 24, I couldn’t go to bed early because was excited. I believed Santa Claus coming tonight. When I woke up in the morning, there were presents beside my pillow. The present were a doll and doll house. I was so surprised because I hoped Santa Claus gave me these presents. I played with a doll every day. It becomes my treasure.
Year by year, the present became cheaper one. I remember the last present he gave me was letter set. Now Santa Claus doesn’t come to my house, but someday, I believe he come to my house again.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
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