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　My christmas holiday(文章)

Christmas Day,the 25th of December,is the biggest festival celebrated in the Christian countries of the world.Although everyone enjoys Christmas Day,it is particularly enjoyed by children,who get very excited because of the Psents they know they are going to receive.Small children believe that their Psents are brought by Santa Claus. Santa Claus (also called" Father Christmas)is a kind of old man who,the children are told,lives at the North Pole.He travels through the sky on a sleigh which is pulled by reindeers and loaded with Psents.Stopping on the roof of houses,he enters by climbing the chimney.When small children go to bed on Christmas Eve,they hang a stocking at the end of their beds.Their parents warn them not to try to look at Father Christmas,or he will not leave them anything.When they wake,they find their stockings filled with Psents.Children are very excited on Christmas morning and always wake up early.

Christmas is also a family celebration.As any members of the family as possible gather to eat,play party games and watch the special Christmas programmes on TV.

A Christmas Fancy(英文詩歌)

Early on Christmas Day,

Love, as awake I lay,

And heard the Christmas bells ring sweet and clearly,

My heart stole through the gloom

Into your silent room,

And whispered to your heart, `I love you dearly.'

There, in the dark profound,

Your heart was sleeping sound,

And dreaming some fair dream of summer weather.

At my heart's word it woke,

And, ere the morning broke,

They sang a Christmas carol both together.

Glory to God on high!

Stars of the morning sky,

Sing as ye sang upon the first creation,

When all the Sons of God

Shouted for joy abroad,

And earth was laid upon a sure foundation.

Glory to God again!

Peace and goodwill to men,

And kindly feeling all the wide world over,

Where friends with joy and mirth

Meet round the Christmas hearth,

Or dreams of home the solitary rover.

Glory to God! True hearts,

Lo, now the dark departs,

And morning on the snow-clad hills grows grey.

Oh, may love's dawning light

Kindled from loveless night,

Shine more and more unto the perfect day!

by Robert Fuller Murray