Just this morning, I know a lot of kids looking around for gifts. Especially some lovely girls. And that's what I saw with my own eyes today — they were asking:
Do you have a Christmas stocking in your seat?
Like at the beginning of many fairy tales, I saw Santa Claus a long, long time ago.
To be precise, I hadn't met him, but I knew he had come.
Dad helped me send a letter to Santa Claus
I've been preparing for Santa Claus since the first day of December. Santa Claus would come silently every year, leaving me with bear stickers, blue ledgers, and a limited edition star dew that no one else could buy. My mother prepared me letters and letters, and she told me that as long as I write to Santa Claus in the sun, my wish will come true. But the mother said that children should not be greedy when they make wishes. I looked at Dad, and Dad smiled at me, and he said, Santa Claus is powerful. He also said that he still listened to your mother at home.
I told my mother that my wishes were small, but I didn't tell her that those little wishes were also my whole world.
I wrote the letter and put it on my desk. Dad said that tomorrow he would go to the post office to help me send it.
I asked him, where does Santa Claus live?
Dad was stunned and told me that Santa Claus lived abroad, Finland, where there was a Santa Claus village, and they could receive letters from children all over the world from the post office.
Santa Claus would come from far away, so I couldn't be in a hurry. Dad gave me a calendar, and he said that as long as he waited until Christmas Eve, Santa Claus would come over.
Mom and Dad helped me prepare gifts for my classmates
When I was a child, on Christmas Eve, today, my parents took me to kindergarten together. My mother packed thirty small round cookies in my bag, which she made herself, and she told me that the day before she had agreed with the teacher to let me bring some cookies to the children in the class.
Mom makes cookies, and Dad helps her put the baked cookies into a sealed bag printed with snowflakes.
After sending me to school, my father sent my mother to work. After sending Mom, Dad still has to go to work.
Sitting in the classroom, I always can't help but think about Mom and Dad, what are they doing at this time, can they also receive Santa Claus gifts tonight? Is Christmas possible for a lifetime, or is there no Christmas when you grow up?
I don't know, but I kind of don't want to grow up anymore.
I draw a family portrait
That day the teacher taught us to draw snowflakes, it was very simple, first draw a fork on the paper with three threads, and then this and that, the big one is heavy snow, the small one is light snow. I used blue watercolor brushes to paint the snow, and there was a small house in the snow, and next to the house stood me and my parents.
Peace fruit sent by Dad
On Christmas Eve, eat apples.
(This terrier is easy to complete, and Dad shouldn't miss it easily.) ）
When my dad came to pick me up after school, he carried my little school bag in one hand and a small red box in the other. He said that today is Christmas Eve, and we are going to eat peace fruits in the evening. I asked him what the peace fruit was, and he opened the box and showed it to me, which was actually an apple.
I hate eating apples the most, I'm disappointed, and this is the first time I've disappointed my dad today.
Dad saw my unhappiness and promised me to make a Christmas wreath with me when I got home.
Mom's flowers, Daddy's wreath
Dad picked up branches from the neighborhood.
I asked him, what about the flowers?
Dad whispered to me that I would secretly cut some dried flowers that my mother had dried for a while.
Dad glued a circle with branches and glue, and then I put various small flowers on it. When it was done, I hung it on my bedroom door.
It's such a good dad who is careful and romantic, and I can't help but love him
My dad and someone else's dad
While I was making a wreath, my father called his friend who was far away in Nanjing, and I heard his friend say, "What Christmas, I just cut a duck for my son downstairs. "Hang up the phone, Dad sent WeChat to his uncle in Chengdu, and his uncle said that he didn't eat chutney powder at Christmas, and he regretted that he had to roll straight on New Year's Day, and Christmas must be eating chutney powder."
Mom came back earlier than usual, and she said her leader had gone to an early childhood education class to participate in parent-child activities. It was a balding man in his forties who had to drop his job after receiving a series of calls from his wife and children. He's going to put on Santa Claus's clothes and play quiz games with his children to guess the real and fake apples. I heard that last year he only let the child guess one correctly, and this year his task is to help the child to be ashamed. He said he had already been an Ultraman once on his son's birthday and knew what he was going to play next time. Santa Claus is better than Ultraman because he can't wear Ultraman's clothes anymore.
I asked my best friend Guo Guo, Guo Guo said that her family is not Christmas, I invited her to come to my house later, I have Santa Claus at home, Guo Guo did not believe.
Mom's roast chicken
When my mother arrived home, she began to prepare roast chicken, and I never had any spare time after buying the oven at home. The chicken was pickled by her mother from the supermarket yesterday, and she only needs to put the chicken in the oven and bake it for an hour.
I said, Mom, your roast chicken smells like the one sold outside.
Mom said, don't you eat the taste of motherly love?
I don't know what the taste of motherhood is, but I nodded anyway.
Christmas tree
Mom and Dad didn't buy me a Christmas tree this year.
Bought it last year, put it in the living room, it tripped Dad and the next day Dad threw it in the trash. Mom said the house was too small to fit the Christmas tree.
Dad said that he would change to a big house in the future.
I said, in the future, we will buy a large house with several floors, and then buy a Christmas tree that is as tall as two floors.
My feet are small and my socks are small
I wanted to make a good impression on Santa Claus, so I asked my mother to buy me a pair of new socks, and I heard that Santa Claus would put gifts in his socks, but my socks were small, and I was worried that I couldn't put them down. I'm actually still a little greedy. I told Santa Claus that this year I wanted a double-layered jewelry box, a pair of drill shoes, and a set of storybooks, and I promised to read it.
Socks don't hold these things, so I don't know what Santa Claus will give me in the end, and I'm worried. Dad told me to go to bed early, and Santa Claus would only come over when I was asleep, they were busy and didn't want to be pulled by the kids to talk.
After I lay down, I heard my parents walking around outside, and I wanted to persuade them to go to bed early, but my father understood that he didn't sleep because he didn't want to receive gifts?
I became the richest man in the world
I woke up early, it was not yet dawn, and my gift was placed at the head of the bed with a large green box. I couldn't wait to open it, and inside was the jewelry box I wanted the most, and to my surprise, the box contained a bow headband, a crown hairpin, and a strawberry star necklace and a gemstone ring.
Now I became the richest person in the world, I was so happy.
There is no Santa Claus in the world, only people who love you
In order to let my best friend Guo Guo share it with me, I asked my mother to wrap the crown hairpin and the gemstone ring, and the next time we met, I said that it was Santa Claus in a hurry and asked me to bring her her gift. It's not Christmas at fruity house, but I can be santa claus of fruit.
Just like my Santa Claus, I actually love my mom and dad, and I know it when I see their Taobao shopping cart.
I always knew, but in order to receive gifts, I couldn't tell them that there was no Santa Claus in the world, only people who loved me.