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Dear mum
I know that you work hard so i decided to buy you a present for Christmas.

First of all you always think about others and never about yourself and i think this is unfair. I know how much you like expensive clothes so I went to the clothes shop in our neighborhood and I bought you a beautiful red dress. It cost a lot but you deserve it.

Hope you like my present,
With love your son Andronikos.

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David Hyko

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A gift to my mother

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Θανάσης Νταμπάκης

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Θανάσης Νταμπάκης

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Θανάσης Νταμπάκης

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Read and listen to the story of Rob’s special gift to his father when he realised his father truly loved him.Have you ever made a special gift to someone you love very deeply?What was it?Tell us about it!

If you going to give a present it does not mean that you have to pay a lot of money or sometimes you can make it by yourself.

Last Christmas,i did an extra present to my mother.I bought her, her favourite perfume and i did all of her housework.I stated at 8 o’ clock in the morning,when she went to her job.It was kind of difficult,because  i did not know from where to start.It takes me a lot of time to clean my whole house,but i did it.

After i did all the housework,i went to the post office to take her present.When i took it,i went back home i wrapped her perfume with a cute wrapping paper.As i finished everything my mum came home and she shocked.She was so happy,because she thought that i am not going to give her a present.

All in all,although i was tired,i was so proud of myself and so happy in the same time.At the end of the day my mum was so relaxed and then it was the time that i got my presents.

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Read and listen to the story of Rob’s special gift to his father when he realised his father truly loved him. Have you ever made a special gift to someone you love very deeply? What was it? Tell us about it!

I believe that if you want to make someone see how much you love him is to give him a special gift that you didn’t just buy it but make it or think what they like the most. Two days ago it was Christmas so I gave all my family a special present from my heart.

It was a rainy day when I woke up and I saw my parents watching online to buy me and my brothers some presents so I thought to give them their presents as soon as it gets dark so it could be more emotional. They thanked me for their presents they decided to give as ur presents too. After a while of watching and unpacking our  presents we finally finished and went to eat some cookies.

This was the best Christmas I have ever had. In Christmas who have the chance  to say to your family how much you love them. I will never forget about this day and have it always in my heart.

Merry Christmas

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My lovely mother,
I'm writing to you this letter because I want to tell that I have a special Christmas present for you.
I know that you love jewellery especially necklaces, so I bought you one.
I went in a jewellery shop in our neighborhood and I bought you a golden necklace.  That necklace is golden and it has a heart that opens.
When the heart opens it has small photo of us in my baptism that it's taken but my grandmother (your mother). We both wear white dresses and a white rose in our hair. Our hair is in curls. Then you had long hair.
I hope you like my Christmas present for you.
Kisses your daughter (Helen)!

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Read and listen to the story of Rob’s special gift to his father when he realised his father truly love him. Have you ever made a special gift to someone you love very deeply? What was it? Tell us about it!

I believe that making a present by your heart and not buying it for someone you love is a very special gift. Also, the experience of making presents is the most unique and wonderful way to express your love. One year ago, on the New Year Day, I decided with my sister to make gifts for our parents.

It was a sunny day and I woke up early to prepare the first present for my parents which was a breakfast which contained one cup of coffee for each one and some cupcakes that I made. I did all that things, as my sister was sleeping. When she got up, she helped me with the second present which was a card for both our parents that said how much we love them. After they woke up, they said to us ‘’ Happy New Year’’ and we gave them their presents. They were so happy and excited with our work. After that they also gave us our presents. My present was a monopoly and my sister’s present was a figure of Harry Potter. Our joy when we opened our gifts was undescribed.

This was the best New Year I had ever lived. I will not forget this Christmas.

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A Christmas Day by Eleftheria

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Class 6 Eng 2   Ch 7 Christmas Day In the Morning

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A Christmas Day in the morning story text

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Christmas Stories "By Pearl S. Buck

He woke suddenly and completely. It was four o'clock, the hour at which his father had always called him to get up and help with the milking. Strange how the habits of his youth clung to him still! Fifty years ago, and his father had been dead for thirty years, and yet he waked at four o'clock in the morning. He had trained himself to turn over and go to sleep, but this morning it was Christmas, he did not try to sleep.

Why did he feel so awake tonight? He slipped back in time, as he did so easily nowadays. He was fifteen years old and still on his father's farm. He loved his father. He had not known it until one day a few days before Christmas, when he had overheard what his father was saying to his mother.

"Mary, I hate to call Rob in the mornings. He's growing so fast and he needs his sleep. If you could see how he sleeps when I go in to wake him up! I wish I could manage alone."

"Well, you can't, Adam." His mother's voice was brisk. "Besides, he isn't a child anymore. It's time he took his turn."

"Yes," his father said slowly. "But I sure do hate to wake him."

When he heard these words, something in him spoke: his father loved him! He had never thought of that before, taking for granted the tie of their blood. Neither his father nor his mother talked about loving their children--they had no time for such things. There was always so much to do on the farm.

Now that he knew his father loved him, there would be no loitering in the mornings and having to be called again. He got up after that, stumbling blindly in his sleep, and pulled on his clothes, his eyes shut, but he got up.

And then on the night before Christmas, that year when he was fifteen, he lay for a few minutes thinking about the next day. They were poor, and most of the excitement was in the turkey they had raised themselves and mince pies his mother made. His sisters sewed presents and his mother and father always bought him something he needed, not only a warm jacket, maybe, but something more, such as a book. And he saved and bought them each something, too.

He wished, that Christmas when he was fifteen, he had a better present for his father. As usual he had gone to the ten-cent store and bought a tie. It had seemed nice enough until he lay thinking the night before Christmas. He looked out of his attic window, the stars were bright.

"Dad," he had once asked when he was a little boy, "What is a stable?"

"It's just a barn," his father had replied, "like ours."

Then Jesus had been born in a barn, and to a barn the shepherds had come...

The thought struck him like a silver dagger. Why should he not give his father a special gift too, out there in the barn? He could get up early, earlier than four o'clock, and he could creep into the barn and get all the milking done. He'd do it alone, milk and clean up, and then when his father went in to start the milking he'd see it all done. And he would know who had done it. He laughed to himself as he gazed at the stars. It was what he would do, and he musn't sleep too sound.

He must have waked twenty times, scratching a match each time to look at his old watch -- midnight, and half past one, and then two o'clock.

At a quarter to three he got up and put on his clothes. He crept downstairs, careful of the creaky boards, and let himself out. The cows looked at him, sleepy and surprised. It was early for them, too.

He had never milked all alone before, but it seemed almost easy. He kept thinking about his father's surprise. His father would come in and get him, saying that he would get things started while Rob was getting dressed. He'd go to the barn, open the door, and then he'd go get the two big empty milk cans. But they wouldn't be waiting or empty, they'd be standing in the milk-house, filled.

"What the--," he could hear his father exclaiming.

He smiled and milked steadily, two strong streams rushing into the pail, frothing and fragrant.

The task went more easily than he had ever known it to go before. Milking for once was not a chore. It was something else, a gift to his father who loved him. He finished, the two milk cans were full, and he covered them and closed the milk-house door carefully, making sure of the latch.

Back in his room he had only a minute to pull off his clothes in the darkness and jump into bed, for he heard his father up. He put the covers over his head to silence his quick breathing. The door opened.

"Rob!" His father called. "We have to get up, son, even if it is Christmas."

"Aw-right," he said sleepily.

The door closed and he lay still, laughing to himself. In just a few minutes his father would know. His dancing heart was ready to jump from his body.

The minutes were endless -- ten, fifteen, he did not know how many -- and he heard his father's footsteps again. The door opened and he lay still.

"Rob!"

"Yes, Dad--"

His father was laughing, a queer sobbing sort of laugh.

"Thought you'd fool me, did you?" His father was standing by his bed, feeling for him, pulling away the cover.

"It's for Christmas, Dad!"

He found his father and clutched him in a great hug. He felt his father's arms go around him. It was dark and they could not see each other's faces.

"Son, I thank you. Nobody ever did a nicer thing--"

"Oh, Dad, I want you to know -- I do want to be good!" The words broke from him of their own will. He did not know what to say. His heart was bursting with love.

He got up and pulled on his clothes again and they went down to the Christmas tree. Oh what a Christmas, and how his heart had nearly burst again with shyness and pride as his father told his mother and made the younger children listen about how he, Rob, had got up all by himself.

"The best Christmas gift I ever had, and I'll remember it, son every year on Christmas morning, so long as I live."

They had both remembered it, and now that his father was dead, he remembered it alone: that blessed Christmas dawn when, alone with the cows in the barn, he had made his first gift of true love.

This Christmas he wanted to write a card to his wife and tell her how much he loved her, it had been a long time since he had really told her, although he loved her in a very special way, much more than he ever had when they were young. He had been fortunate that she had loved him. Ah, that was the true joy of life, the ability to love. Love was still alive in him, it still was.

It occurred to him suddenly that it was alive because long ago it had been born in him when he knew his father loved him. That was it: Love alone could awaken love. And he could give the gift again and again.This morning, this blessed Christmas morning, he would give it to his beloved wife. He could write it down in a letter for her to read and keep forever. He went to his desk and began his love letter to his wife: My dearest love...

Such a happy, happy Christmas!

THE END

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Altogether Christmas Stories: Christmas Day In the Morning by Pearl S. Buck

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PDF file, 3 pgs. Christmas Stories " By Pearl S. Buck He woke suddenly and completely. It was four o'clock, the hour at which his father had always called him to get up and help with the milking. Strange how the habits of his youth clung to him still!

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Classic American Christmas story " A Christmas Day in the morning" by Pearl S. Buck

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"Christmas Day in the Morning," by Pearl S. Buck (illustrated by Mark Buehner)

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My dearest mother,
I’m writing to you because I want to give you a special gift for Christmas. I know that you always dream of having a bookshop. So, I decided to fulfill it.
I have some savings aside but they aren’t enough for a huge bookshop. When I understood that, I said to myself that she wouldn’t mind to being small. So, I put the plan into action. I called an expert and he said to me that there is a small place that it’s being sold next to our house and it is not very expensive. I said to him that I was going there immediately to see the place. When I arrived, I saw a huge space and I imagined what it would be like if we made it and decorated it with our own details. I thought it one minute and I said that I will buy it. Presently, I brought the furniture. Moreover, I ordered some items for the decoration and products from well-known companies that we would sell.
This is my Christmas present for you and I think that you will like it very much.
P.S: When you returned home turn right and I will wait for you inside the shop.
Lots of love,
Maria