I had a dream last night. The dream was like this: Santa Claus crossed over in the sky and presented a gift to each child beside their bed. Gift. The alarm clock started to wake me up. I looked dimly at the bedside, hoping that the gift would arrive.
I took a few bites of rice and went to school. The streets are so beautiful! Every store is full of Christmas atmosphere, with lights hanging on the Christmas tree and the star on the tree full of light.
The day’s class was finally over, and it was already six o’clock in the evening. I received a lot of Christmas gifts on this day, such as: Christmas cards, wish gift boxes... there are so many. In addition, my parents always give me a big gift.
In order to highlight this Christmas, my mother cooked a Christmas dinner, which made me drool (don’t write this word) three feet away and drool all over the dish. After dinner, Santa Claus was actually in front of me, and of course he was dressed as dad. At this moment, I wanted to cry, and the tears in my eyes were the love of my parents. I happily danced with "Santa Claus", shouting to myself: "Don't cry, today is a big day! It should be joyful."
At 9:30, I took a break. I went to bed, thought about it for a while, and fell asleep happily. I dreamed about Santa Claus and he gave me many gifts. I sat on a gorgeous carriage and ran happily through the snow.
