Christmas Gift (Part 1)

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Once upon a time, there lived a couple with their only son in a tiny cottage. The boy was called John. John was a cheerful and agile boy. In short, theirs was a happy family. There was no kind of hassle in the family at all. In other words, John and his parents used to live happily together.

Thus, time was passing on smoothly and without any worry. The three members of the family were sheer peace-lovers. Due to such an endearing atmosphere, John, too, grew up as a true lover of peace. He was very friendly and kind by nature as well. Again, he was an economical boy since his childhood.

John was a very compassionate guy also. His favourite season was winter. Why? That is so because John used to feel more and more excited while the season Christmas was at hand.

John asked his parents, “Mom, Dad, how many days are away from Christmas?”

The parents replied, “It’s less than a month away, dear!”

John exclaimed, “Oh! I’m feeling just so eager and excited that I can’t wait any longer. Well, it’s less than one month away. Right now, I can smell the aroma of Christmas pies, cakes, doughnuts, cookies, and so on.”

                                                        [Retold the story Christmas]

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