My First Happy Christmas

When I was 4 years old, I spent my Christmas with my brother Mark and dad. My mum is a nurse who works far from home. She goes home and spend her holiday with us for 6 weeks but not on Christmas holiday because they got more patients during winter time and the hospital needed more nurses to look after the patients.


During Christmas holiday back home, my dad used to make our own Christmas tree. Me and my brother help him clean the house and put our Christmas decoration like light. We have a big Santa on our doorstep and lantern. Every night before I go to bed I wait for the carollers. Me and my brother enjoy listening and watching them, we give them sweets or money. We like to join them but dad used to say “better to stay at home it’s more safe”. On Christmas eve we celebrate in my grandparents house, all my uncles, aunts and cousins joined us. We play games and give gifts. On Christmas day we stay at home and open our gift from father Santa and from my mum. But something is still not enough for me…

When I started my first school. We came to England and joined mum. We lived as a family and everyday I enjoyed it. December comes coming from school I was surprised, we have a huge beautiful Christmas tree which we never had before back home. I saw a real father Santa and he asked me what I want for Christmas, I said “ a toy”, but I’m just happy enough staying together with my mum being a complete family. That was my happiest Christmas I ever had!


By Lara Mae