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Merry Christmas Essay: Unforgettable Christmas.

The impression of Christmas is always so cosy and pleasant. I have the impression that December is not cold at all, only the warmth of spring. The last bouquet of plum blossoms in elementary school blooms, and it blooms on the festival when plum blossoms are supposed to bloom - Christmas.

Every time this day comes, no matter who you are, the table will always be full of greeting cards and words of blessing. The distance is painted with colored crayons, and the snow blows one after another, offering the innocence of Christmas. After school, students bought streamers and balloons at the stalls, and braved the goose feathers and snow to decorate the classrooms and every road they walked.

The school has lost its former dignity and has been replaced by the rich atmosphere of Christmas, and the long-lost tranquility, elegance and aroma ......

In that plum blossom season, there is no joy everywhere, leaving behind the fierce competition on weekdays. On the white and flawless Christmas day of elementary school, everyone works together to fill the classroom with ribbons and flowers, and the friends who come to school are always buried by laughter. This laugh is not an April Fool's Day mockery, this laugh is not a Children's Day smile, and it is not the pride of victory.

Looking at the mountains of greeting cards on the desks and the tireless "Merry Christmas" from peers, a warm current of home pours into the heart, which makes people feel warm. This festival of Western flowers is estimated to be introduced to East Asia, and it is no different!

Christmas is always filled with enchanting fragrances in the waves of memory, and it always will be. We who have just finished a snowball fight are full of childishness, adding another delicious dish to the sumptuous Christmas meal. Walking through the streets, chanting the famous phrase "snow but losing the fragrance of plums", stepping on the cold snow that does not melt under our feet, we are appreciating the gifts brought by nature and history.

The Christmas tree in the community stands majestically and colorfully; The neon lights flickered constantly. As night falls, the city is shrouded in snow and brilliant colors, and the moonlight is dimmed. Enjoying this rare Christmas day in Beijing, my thoughts seem to go back to ancient times, and it is also the ...... of December when there is heavy snow

Oh Christmas, how much laughter did you Western immigrants pin on our new generation of young people? You are snow, and when the plum blossoms comes, you come silently, and you go silently. You are the wind, without a trace but detonating the laughter of the festival.

You are still pure in heart, shining brighter and brighter in the dirty corners. You throw childish laughter in the snow, melt snowflakes, melt the debris of people's hearts. Her name is Christmas, and the splendor of her past is engraved in my heart.

I remembered her appearance, and I remembered her smile. In the elegant atmosphere of Christmas in the past, who would not be infected? I vaguely remember that the laughter bloomed with the plum and fell with the plum.

That Christmas laugh, now I can't find it.

In a snowy place, there is a group of people who love Christmas very much and a witch who likes to be quiet. The group sang every morning, and the witch was woken up every time she was angry---

Legend has it that the Mother of Jesus, the Virgin Mary, was conceived by the Holy Spirit. When Mary was about to give birth, Rome** decreed that all the people must go to Bethlehem and declare their domiciles. Mary and her fiancé Joseph had no choice but to go to Bethlehem.

When they arrived in Bethlehem, they were unable to find a hotel to stay in, and there was only one stable to stay in. It was at this time that Jesus was born.