For me, Christmas always began in the middle of the cold, windy month of November. My sister Alice and I sat down in front of the fire and wrote a1to Father Christmas, telling him about all the presents we2. We carefully posted the letter to "Father Christmas, the North pole"…
Christmas Eve came. The whole family helped to3the house, put up the Christmas tree and blow up the balloons. Then, in the afternoon, when Aunt Kate and my two cousins arrived,4was ready. Before we went to bed, we left some wine and meat for Father Christmas and then put our5at the end of our beds. We tried to keep6as long as possible to see Father Christmas, but the next thing we knew it was7-Christmas morning!
We couldn't wait to8the stocking. It was now full of all kinds of small present and sweets. Christmas morning was bright and sunny. After going to church, my cousin David and I went out into the garden to9our new present. Lunch was always late,10what a lunch! Delicious turkey with all the vegetables followed by fruits and ice creams.