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.

Once upon a time there was a boy with his family who liked to make jokes and jokes all the time…He thought on christmas eve than it would be a good idea to put firecrackers in the christmas balls of the tree so that whoever touches the balls poped them and scares him…As the family always went to decorate the tree, the joker's sister popped a ball in her hands and filled the whole place with glasses and was cut badly.At that moment the joker was not present but he heard the voices and went down to see if everything was fine and all went according to his plan…In the end, however, not everything went as he expected and his sister was forced to go for stitches.Later that day the family within the joker boy forgaved him and sitted all together to eat the christmas Turkey while his sister sworned revenge…

Christmas is a widely spread celebration,where in most countrys it has it's own and unique charachter ,but all share common traits. So like in many of these countrys my family celebrates that too. In my house things aren't that different from each year.However that doesn't mean I don't enjoy this experience. Our family gathers and we have a big feast together . My grandparents always try to make incredibly dishes to give us joy and all this festive  environment really warms my heart. So that's what happened last year and I hope that it will happen every year from now on.

Merry Christmas to everyone.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved Christmas. Every year he would run down the stairs to see the presents from Santa. One year he desided to catch Santa in the act. He loved Santa very much so it was only logican for him to want to meet him. So in Christmas eve he was ready, he made a pilow fortress and hid there with his blanket. A few hours later, around 11PM, he was starting to get sleepy but his love for Santa Claus wouldn't let him sleep.The boy started to think that Santa might be really fast so he wouldn't be able to see him so he set up a small trap for him. 12PM The time Santa arrives, they boy was constantly looking at the time when suddently he heard a noise coming from the chimney. The boy was peeking through the pilow fortress exited to meet Santa. But the boy was very surprised not seeing an old fat man in red but he was rather staring at a middle aged man dressed in an everyday style. The man was approaching the tree to leave the presents underneath when the boy's trap activated making the man trip and falling down. The boy aproached him cautiously and asked him who he was. The man stayed silent for a moment and put his hand in his pocket. The man then said ''Look kid I regret to tell you but, Santa was created by decoration companies to sell more decorations''. Then the man took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the boy in the head saying to himself ''Sorry kid but the goverment doesn't want anyone to know this''. Then he called his co-workers to come clear out any evidence of that night's events.

Merry Christmas everyone!

The previous Christmas my big brother got into a car accident, when he was on his way to buy the turkey. Me and my father learnt about that accident when we were watching the news on TV. My father told my mother about it and the search for him began. We saw him just a few miles away, he called ***, they came as soon as possible. My father was crying but I couldn't understand why. After a while we learnt that my brother was dead. I asked him what he meant by my brother was dead and he answered my question.

My real happiness was gone and I was starting to feel very depressed slowly-slowly. I couldn't accept the fact that my brother was gone. I lost my sparkle in my eyes time by time. I couldn't move on because, I loved and still love him a lot. He was so nice, sweet, kind, caring… My parents couldn't stand to see me crying.

When I was eighteen years old my parents gift was a doll which looked exactly like my brother. The reason that my parents had bought me that doll was to remember my brother and stay strong, but, it made me cry. Some days later I knew that the doll was my brother because he went to his human size and then to his tiny doll size. I had already promised to him to tell my parents a few days later about this.

A three days later I told my parents about my “dead” brother at firstly they didn't believed me. But a few minutes later they believed me & we were a happy family again.

The End.

Thank you for reading my Christmas Story, stay safe, with a lot of love from me

Chrismas story 

It was a nice day of Christmas and we were all ready to adorn the Chrismas tree. But when we went downstairs, we heard something. When we went to the living room, the tree had fallen down and we didn't know how. So, we decorated it again and it was 11 o'clock when we finished. Finally, we could go and sleep.

The next day, we saw the tree. All the Christmas balls were not there and we did't have any other balls.  We stayed with no Christmas balls but soon, it was time for the presents and the Secret Santa but there were no Secret Santa presents under the tree!  We chilled and we gave some gifts to the other people that were celebrate with us. And when we were doing that, a big fat white dog run to us with the Christmas balls and the presents! We took them from him and now we were happy. But it was not only for that, it was because we had a new dog with the name, Corki

NICK D'1

In 1895, the Hendriks family was eating turkey at the Christmas table. At midnight, they had to exchange gifts. First, the grandfather gave a present to John Hendriks, his grandson and the gift was very beautiful. It was a little doll that looked just like him.

In the morning, John went to play with his doll but he couldn't find it. After two hours, his mum told him that in the night, someone went to his house and broke a window. He hadn't stolen anything but the boy said to his mum that he lost his doll. He thought he'd left it on the cupboard that was under the broken window. Then, his mum told his grandfather, who said to her that this doll was very important because if someone stole it, he can control John. 

 His mum was scared and John couldn't always control himself after that. But after one year, they found the doll because the police had found the thief. He had been murdered and John's mum destroyed the doll. But the only thing that she didn't know was who the thief had been and how did he know about the doll……  

A night with Santa

  It was the day before Christmas. A boy was writing a letter to Santa:

Dear Santa.

For Christmas, I wouldn't like to have a tablet or a smartphone like my friends. I want to have something different, I would like to split the gifts to the other children with you. It is going to be fun!

Jack.

This boy was thinking that Santa was going to go to his home to split the gifts with him but Santa didn't plan to do this. Santa chose a gift for Jack and started splitting them alone.

The boy was sitting near the window and crying until Santa crashed his sleigh against a tree near Jack's home. Jack saw Santa's reindeer walking on the street and he quickly put on his shoes and his coat and ran to the door to see him. He saw Santa trying to to fix his damaged sleigh. Santa saw the boy and he tried to tell him that he was not Santa, but he didn't succeed. Actually, he was lucky because the boy went home and came back with his dad tools. The boy helped Santa fix the sleigh. When they had finished, Jack got on Santa's sleigh. Santa forgot about the letter and asked the boy to get off the sleigh. The boy told Santa about the letter he wrote and he didn't have a choice. So, the boy got on Santa's sleigh again. Santa didn't know what to say to the boy's parents and was thinking that it was the worst Christmas ever but the boy was thinking that it wase the best Christmas!

Santa began to be friends with the boy. In the morning, Santa put the boy to sleep on the bed and he went home. When the boy woke up, he went to the Christmas tree and he saw a mail from Santa: Thanks for the help! Jack tried to tell his friends that he saw Santa but no one believed him.

THE END

There was a man who was selfish but he changed because of the person he loved……. This man never celebrated Christmas and this was because of his family who didn't like to celebrate it. So he didn’t know how Christmas worked and what you should do on those days because he never did it. On Christmas day, he was thinking that it was a normal day and nothing special but it was something special because you share your love with your family and you give gifts and it becomes a nice atmosphere. 

This man loved working and having a lot of money and he kept it all only for himself. All this changed when a woman appeared in his life and this happened when she started working with him. She was very different than him. She was happy, she liked to be kind to people, to help them and give them things that they needed, like food and clothes. He was thinking that she was crazy but slowly, she was teaching him that being a kind human wasn’t bad and it made you feel a better person.

Now, he knew that Christmas was something special and that it can make you happy.  And after this, they married and they stayed together forever.

It was the 24th of December.

John and Tom were two childhood friends. John was a selfish person, who didn't share his things with anyone. He had lost everything by not sharing and being mean to his frineds. In the end,he was alone.

It was midnight.When he was sleeping,he saw a vision.The vision was split into three parts: the past,the present and the future. Each part sumbolized a part of his life.

First, he went to the past. There, an angel with a bright,white veil appeared. He explained that he was the spirit of the past. John saw himself in the past, when he was young. He was carrying a lot of wood on his shoulders. When his friends were playing together, he preferred to work, every single time. The angel said: You are alone because you put money before friends.

The angel vanished and a ghost appeared. It was the spirit of the present. John saw his friend,Tom, talking badly about him. John started crying. He didn't umderstand why Tom was talking like that about him.The ghost explained: You have done bad things.

The spirit vanished. The Reaper appeared. He was the spirit of the future. John saw a gravestone. His name was on it. Everyone at the place where John worked was happy that he had died.He didn't understand anything. The Reaper disappeared.

From that day till now, John has been generous and friendly to everybody.

The lessons I learned from this story are two:

1: Put money after friends

2: If you give stuff to people, you feel nice.

But if you keep them for yourself, you don't feel nice because you didn't do anyone a favour.