Invariouscultures,afestivedinneristraditionallyservedforthefamilyandclosefriendsinattendance,whenthefirststar(usuallySirius)arrivesonthesky.
Asisknowntousall,wrappedgiftsareusuallygiventochildrenduringtheirsoundsleeping.Theywillbehappytoopenitnextwhentheywakeup.
It'sbelievedthatthegiftsaregivenbySantaClausamoungchild.SantaClausisgenerallydepictedasaplump,jolly,white-beardedmanwearingaredcoatwithwhitecollarandcuffs,white-cuffedredtrousers,andblackleatherbeltandboots.ThemodernportrayalofSantaClausfrequentlydepictshimlisteningtotheChristmaswishesofyoungchildren.
WritingletterstoSantaClaushasbeenaChristmastraditionforchildrenformanyyears.Theselettersnormallycontainawishlistoftoysandassertionsofgoodbehavior.
Comehomefromschool,togetherwithmymotherwenttothevillageoffruitshop,seethestorehasalotofapplewiththepackaging.Ilookatthesaidtomother:"mom,Ireallywanttohavea!"Mothersaid:"applealotinthehome,buythiskindofpackinggooduneconomic,andthesearepackagedaway."Listentothemother,Ireluctantlyleftthefruitstore.Athome,Iateanapple,wanttoeatthefruiteverydaycanbepeace.
Here,IwishyouallahappyChristmasEve,merryChristmas.
Atthismoment,Ithoughtofathingloudlyshoutout."Quick,bringsocksforme,Iwillputitonthebed."Dormitorymembersoffrowningpuzzled,Ifitintoalearnedprofessorwithrelish,said:"don'tknowthis,andlettheprofessorletmeteachyou,legendhasitthattherewillbeaSantaClaus,ChristmasandwhenChristmasEvethatnight,hewouldhavecomefromthechimneytobeafraidofus,aslongasyouputwhatyouwanttowriteonthepaperinthesockhesawwillsatisfyyourdesire,letyourdreamscometrue!"Saythatfinish,youhurryup,"wedon'thavethechimney?Thisdormitorywillhenottogiveus?"Allinnocent,curioussaid.HahaIlaughedaloud,it'soklet'sgivehemadeafalsechimneynothaveit,hewillfindtheentrancetothegiftstous.So,allinhighspiritsmadeup.Soonready,andthenwetookasockandapieceofpapertowriteonthegift,theywantexcitementittosocks,lookingforwardtotheemergenceofSantaClaus...
So,wewithgreatexpectationandoverworkedbodywasasleep,sleepuntildawn.
Inthisway,ChristmasEveisspenthappily,youwillneverforgetthedaynight!
Yes,Christmas,theteachersarestilldoingsomuchhomework.Itsreallydisappointing!Afterschool,I'mgoingtothrowoutmyhomeworkandhavefun.SoIcandomybesttohelpotherstobehappy,atleastthiswaytonight.However,theyarenotme,amanwenttothesquareboxfilledwithcoldairmassintheworldissosmall,Imethim,justaword,andthendisappearedinthenight.Comeon,I'mnotrare.Backtothedormitory,everyonehasagoodmeeting,washinghairandwashingfeettogether.Thehousewasveryquietexceptforthesoundofwater.Arestlesslights,theelvesisdead,bignoisy,laughing.Ialsogotsomewildwithjoy.Onlyinthemomentoflaughter,tearswillnotdisagreewiththeflowofthenext.ThefirsttimeIfeltthewarmthoftears.Ilongedforthistolaughforalongtime.Lyinginaquilt,curledupinamass,withabigcoldappleinhishand,"peacenight..."Happy!"Iwastheeasiesttobeignored,sothisChristmasEve,thefirstChristmasEve,letmepass.CoolAppleslideintothestomach,Ifeelsomewhathappy,satisfied.
Ah,itsalready10:40,andthenalittlelater,itsearlymorning.TomorrowisChristmas.Forgetit.Imsleepy.IwishIwillbehappyonthissafenight.
Dadshomemaybeacommonthingforyou,justlikeeatingthreemealsaday.Butforme,itwasa"chance".BecausedadisironfourBureau,perennialworkinthefield,onlyonetimetocomeback.Soitsagoodthingtobehappytocomeback.Ofcourse,motherishappy,too.So,havepityonher,promisedmeonChristmasEveaskedtoseethemovieontheinternet.Soweopenedthecomputer,openedtheheater,andsatbythebedandwatchedthemovie.Momleft,Dadontheright,Isatamongthem,althoughtheoutsidewindwhistled,lascivious,butawarmhome.
Whenthefilmwasjustopen,Isuddenlyfeltalackofsomething.Oh,snacks!HomesnacksIfinishedearly.So,Dadvolunteeredtobuyfood.WhenDadwentout,mymotherandIwatchedthefilmwithgreatattention.Thismoviecalled"Christmaslegend",isaboutalittleboyparentsdied,wasbroughtinthesamevillage.EveryChristmasday,hechangedhislife.So,everyChristmasEve,heputhisearlytoysinfrontofeverydoorthathadbeenraisedforhim.Whenhegrewup,hebecame"SantaClaus",sittinginasled,appearingoverthenightofpeace...
Attheendofthefilm,Dadcameback.Hisfacewasredwithcold,homekepthanginghandwarmer.Heboughtabigbagofsnacks.IrejoicedwhenIsawthisbigpileofmyfavoritesnacks.Butmomblameddadforwastingmoney,andallofitwasjunkfood.Butdadsaid,"itshardtomakechildrenhappyandhappyonChristmasday."Dadalsobought8unusualapplesathighprices,andeachapplewasinscribedwith"love".Ieatthe"love"apple,lookatthemovieaboutlove,andfeeltheloveofmymomanddad.
ThisChristmasEve,becausemyfatherisathome,Ifeelverywarm.
IknowthatinChristianity,thenightofpeaceisthedayofthebirthofJesusChrist,adayofholyandsolemn.Onthenightof24,mymothertookmetothelargestCatholicChurchinChengduinordertoincreasemyunderstandingofChristmas.Ontheway,Ifantasizedabouttheappearanceofthechurch,andIthinktheremustbeacrossatthehighestpartofthechurch.IntoaCatholicChurch,amelodiouschantof"Hallelujah"driftedintomyears,thechurchspirehadacross,dimmoonlight,watersprinkledontheroofofthechurch,lightingupthecross.Acrossthelongcorridorofthechurch,astatueofJesusstoodaloneunderthepalelight.Itouchedmytoescuriously.Itscool.Ileftthestatue.
Inadditiontothegate,enteringthecourtyardontheleft,itwasa10meterhighChristmastree,withasilvercrossonthetipofthetree.Thetreefilledwithlanterns,anddottedwithangels,snowballsnowman.Icrossedacrossinfrontofmychest.IlookedatthehugeChristmastree.Ithoughtofthegodsinthesky.AretheypassingChristmas,too?"Whatdoyouthink,child?"Someonebehindmetookapatonmyback,andIturnedmyhead.Itturnedouttobeanoldwoman.ShesaidshehadbeentoCatholicismformorethan20yearsandwasverypious."Nothing,justadaze,Ithink,isthereafairyinthesky?"AretheypassingChristmas,too?"
"ThereisGodandhisangelsinthesky,theyareGod,verygreat.TodayisthedayofJesussbirth,andmaybetheyaredoingmass?"
Ilistenedquietly,asiflisteningtoamysteriousstoryandlegend.OnthisspecialChristmasEve,Igotacomfortingmind.Myheartwascalmatthisnight.Mymindalsodriftedfarawayinthenight.Infact,IknowthatthereisnoGodorGodintheworld,butIrespectthedevotionanddevotionofthebelievers.Nomatterwhatwebelievein,weshouldbeamanofintegrityandkindness.
MaybethespringfestivalismuchmoreimportantandinterestingthanChristmas,butilikeChristmasdaybetter.becausewecanspendtimewithourfriendsandclassmatesduringChristmas.whenitissnowy,Christmasbecomesmuchmorelovely,justlikeinfairytales.icanimagineiaminafairytale,thegirlwhosoldthematchesismyfriend,theuglyduckbecomingmoreandmorebeautifulandsoon.whatabeautifulplace!sowecanalsocallChristmas“snowylovelyday.”
OnChristmasday,shopsareredandgreen.therearesomanyChristmascards,Christmashats,Christmasdollsandmanycolourfulthings.soshopslookverybeautiful.wecangiveacardoradolltoourfriendsandsay“merryChristmas.”bytheway,ithinkstudyingcanalsobecomemuchmoreinteresting.
Christmasiscoming,italsomeansanewyearwillcome.let’sstudyhardertowelcomethenewyear!
Itsabusydaytohaveagoodrest.Theso-calledChristmasEveistheotherpeopleoutofthecarnival,thewholebuildingquietly,notthepastthatnoisysound,onlyinthewindfromtimetotimeby,madeatinysound,letthesilenceabitmoreobvious......
Lookdownfromtheglasswindow,Ifeelalittlelively!Ismileforamomentintheunwittingly...Blessyou:theworkersworkbusygoinghome,youhavethemostpropeoplewaitingforyouathome,andthehotmeal;blessyou:Let'sdependoneachotherlovers,eachothersmileissosweet,seeyourfuturehappiness;blessyou:Bouncechildareyourparentsforyouryoungspilltheirmostkindlysmile......
Whatabustlingcitytoday,youletmeknowyourposition,youineachofthenexttoyouinthearmsofthepeopleintheeyesofthemonhowmuchyoudesire!CantdenybeforeIhavehad,butnownotcompletely,onlyyearningforhome.Thereisalwaysasillyidea.Itisbettertogobacktotheremotehomeandhavedinnerwithhisfamily,ratherthanspenditaloneinthisbustlingcity...Thiswillbeanon-hesitantchoice!
AllthingsareUtopian,justtocalmtheuneasinessoftheirownheart.Silentnight,silent,lonelyandhelpless!Tonightisspectacular!Unfortunately,Idonotbelongtothiscity,justawanderer!
IremembereveryDecember,Ialwayspullmymomanddadshandandask,Dad,mom,willSantaClauscomethisyear?
Willthewill,hewillputthegiftsinyoursmellysocks,Christmasyouwakeupwillseepull!
Iwantacar,IwantAltmanandiceTomatoesonsticks!
Well,theresall!TheSantaClauswillmeetyou.Momalwayssaysthat.
So,withasecretwish,hewaitedforthegiftofSantaClaus.OnthenightofChristmasEve,mothercametomybedandtoldmethatSantawouldcomeandgivemegiftsifIwasgoodatbed.Then,momwouldsay,"Okay,baby,sleepwell."Momtookyourdirtyclothesandwashedthem,andtheywerecleantomorrow.Christmasdayopenmyeyes,alwaysseeasmallsockshanginginmybed,itlooksheavy.Thereareallkindsofgifts,althoughitisnotthesameeveryyear,butitisinlinewithmywishes.
EverytimeaChristmasgiftisreceived,therearealwaysavarietyoflabelsattachedtoit.IthinkitwasSantaClauswhoknewwhatIlikedandwenttothestoreandboughtitforme.
ButoneChristmasEveIhappenedtobedreaming,andsuddenlyIwasawakened.AtthistimeIheardthedooroftheroomrotated,andIquicklyclosedmyeyesandnarrowedonlyaseam.Mymotherappearedatthedoor,withasockinherhand,andcautiouslyenteredmyroom,hungthestockingsontheheadofthebed,andthenquietlycreptoutquietly.
Thinkaboutit,onlymorethanthirtydaysfromthefinalexam,whileonlyfourdaysawayfromthemonthlyexam.Atthistime,preparingforChristmasinforeigncountries,nextThursdayisChristmasEve,FridayisChristmas,webeganmonthlyexam.
TheeveofChristmasEvelastyear,earlyinthemorning,deskordrawerwillhaveoneapple,achocolateflowerbranch,abranchlengthoftheplumsugar…BangBang…andgreetingcards,butalsoinafewdaysagotoquietlyfashiontoday.
ChristmasEve,eveninschool,wewillgooutingroups,"Hi",nomatterhowlate,therewillbefireworks,lanternsandcarnival.Ontheroadlateatnight,agroupofnaiveWhistlingfacetogetheralltheway……
Highandoneofthe.Thisyear‘sChristmasEve,andIasusual"Hi",butmypartnerhasbecomepilesofpilesofworkandcounselingbook.Christmas,continuepasttense.
Afterall,wenolongersmall.
Somethings,hasbecomethepast.