Christmas Story by Nick Grinezos C1, Neon Aegina

I will never forget Christmas last year. Snow started to fall,the kids were playing in the streets and some of them sang the christmas carols. All the people was happy.,all except my neighbour. He screamed everyy day curses about christmas and when some kids went to sing him the carols, he didn't give them money or sweets but coal. He was never happy and he never smiled. Some people said he was bad because his whife had died at christmas when she was 23 years old and he was 30 and from then,he started to have hatred for people and for life.Now,he is dead. Some peple told me the good spirit of the Christmas took his soul to the heaven and his spirit lives with his whife. Now,every christmas Eve all the people go to the grave yard and leave him some black roses to remember him.I listen to him every christmas Eve when he comes from heaven to lessing our christmas trees