When I was 8 years old, me and my family we went for Christmas holidays in our village in Kalamata. There was my grandparents and we stayed in their house for 2 weeks. My grandma cooked me christmas chocolate cookies  and other delicious sweets. I couldn't wait for my presents that Santa Claus would give me.  One night me and my brother decided to tell scared stories but when my brother told me about his story I scared very much and I couldn't sleep for a while. Then my grandma gave me a hug and a cookie and told me not to be afraid  because isn't real. So I slept without fears and the next day I was very happy and excited about the foods that my parents cooked and my presents.