"One Sunday in the children's Sunday school class, they learnt the Christmas story, and their teacher asked them a question: "Do you have a Christmas story?" They were all quiet, then one by one, they shared their stories - how they braided beautiful, restricted school hair because it's Christmas, and so on. But I want to share my Christmas story here.
When I was much younger, I lived a life of freedom, and when it came to Christmas, my mother would buy me Christmas clothes, shoes, and dress my hair. In the environment where I lived, everybody took Christmas to heart. They'd kill fowls and cook different delicacies. They didn't cook food for their families alone; they cooked for anyone who came into their house and wished them a Merry Christmas. In fact, everyone deserved a plate just for saying hi.
My friend and I took so much advantage of this season. We'd wear those clothes and shoes our mothers bought for us and start heading out. We followed the wind wherever it led us. Wherever we stopped, food and money were sure. We'd make up the money that was used to buy our clothes and shoes and give the money in whole to our mothers. Any money we didn't spend on the way to buy ice-cream or pork meat 馃崠, we gave them to our mothers. And honestly, I don't know where the money went 馃槀.
That is my Christmas story. Merry Christmas!
