Normally we went every summer, we thought that the weather was more appropriate to enjoy the sun, spend more time with family, a less polluted place and not very visited.

However, something was not right: The drinking water was contaminated. We had to draw water from the well for drinking and cooking. 

My health deteriorated: I was allergic to the earth and was cared for more infections and my mother vomited too much.  We had to return in our car at 11 p.m. to consult with the doctor. The streets were dark because of the trees and the isolated houses.

 

Since then, I don't visit the beach with my family.

My sister served the dining room and after we finish I look at the time and shout: It's Christmas. So I hurried to the prayer room to take the baby Jesus. Guests sang and clapped as he placed the child in the manger. 

Since then this is the best vacation. 

For now, we are raising money to buy fabrics and lights, and organize to celebrate and prepare Christmas dinner. 

This year we will invite my family from the beach, my brothers and I will go to church, on the way back we will eat as a family and my mother will pray at midnight. 

We will wait for the bells to ring to venerate the baby Jesus. 

From now on this will be my holiday at Christmas.