It is night before Christmas: the
big house is completely silent. The children are in a deep sleep in their
little beds.
Suddenly, the loud ringing of
bells breaks the silence.
At once, a little pair of bare
feet jump out of bed and run to the window; a small face, topped with curly
hair, squashes its nose against the freezing glass. Two big eyes look out and,
lo and behold, there is a long sleight, pulled by reindeer and driven by a
corpulent and capable father Christmas (Yes, it really is Father Christmas!). He
jumps down from his sleigh. It is night before Christmas: the
big house is completely silent. The children are in a deep sleep in their
little beds.
Suddenly, the loud ringing of
bells breaks the silence.
At once, a little pair of bare
feet jump out of bed and run to the window; a small face, topped with curly
hair, squashes its nose against the freezing glass. Two big eyes look out and,
lo and behold, there is a long sleight, pulled by reindeer and driven by a
corpulent and capable father Christmas (Yes, it really is Father Christmas!). He
jumps down from his sleigh.
With surprising agility for his
size, Father Christmas lets himself down the chimney, into the large and silent
living-room. His bright red suit has large soon stains here and there, but his
face, framed in his great white beard still beams.
Without delay, he sets to work and
soon fills the long bright sock which hang from the fireplace. Then he pulls
out all the bigger presents and, in a few moments, they are in position beside
the tree.
Hurry!! The night is short! Father
Christmas disappears quickly back up the chimney.
Once again the bells are heard,
and the sleigh vanishes into the dark sky above.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thanks for your comments