For me Christmas losts its magic. My best Christmases were when I was a little girl. I was so excited because of the presents, I couldn’t sleep the night before Christmas Eve.
In the last 5 years it was the same… Me and my Dad decorate the christmas tree. (We use the same decoration as every Christmas.) Around 4pm we eat the food my mum cooked. We open the presents, and after all I go to my room to use the computer, my dad goes his room to watch telly, and my mum stays int he living room to watch telly.
I know it’s not good but to tell the truth I don’t want to change this situation.
I know it’s not good but to tell the truth I don’t want to change this situation.
On the 25th December, we visit my father’s parents who live 30km away in a small village. We meet my dad’s younger brother and his family. We eat the biscuits my grandmother baked.
On the 26th December, we visit my mum’s elder sister, who lives in a village 19km away. She lives int he same house with her adult son, and adult daughter, who has a 9 year old boy. This boy is called Szebasztián, he is my godson. The christening was 2 years ago.
On the 26th December, we visit my mum’s elder sister, who lives in a village 19km away. She lives int he same house with her adult son, and adult daughter, who has a 9 year old boy. This boy is called Szebasztián, he is my godson. The christening was 2 years ago.
So, In Hungary we celebrate the Christmas in 3 days. (24th, 25th, 26th December) My dad and me go to church on every Christmas day. (My mum doesn’t believe in God.) We make confession to eat Christ’ body.
The present by my Secret Santa
Our tree. I know it is kitschy, too decorated.
(Photo by my dad.)
The present by my Secret Santa
Well, we needed to by some new decoration, like this small discosphere, because some of our old Christmas tree decoration were broken.
Our tree. I know it is kitschy, too decorated.
(Photo by my dad.)
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