Tag: Room 4

A long time ago, a day before Christmas, this place was covered with snow. There were two boys who were looking at the Christmas tree inside the window. They were wearing old clothes and they looked sad. The younger brother said to the elder brother “We are poor so Santa Claus does not come to our house.

Will Santa Claus not come to our house like every year”. After listening to the younger brother, the elder hugged his brother tightly and said, “No, this year Santa will definitely come to our house. Let us go home and pray to God.”

Hearing this the younger brother smiled but his elder brother’s eyes filled with tears. After that, they went to their home. The younger brother was very happy because Santa was coming to his house. Stephen was feeling very sad after hearing all these things of elder and younger brother.

Stephen went to his house and started thinking that how can I make this year’s Christmas better for those two brothers, how can I help them. He ran to the market and bought some clothes and toys. Coming home, put him in Christmas stocking, and wait for the night to come.

As soon as the clock strikes 12, Stephen leaves the house with presents. There the younger brother goes to the fireplace of his house to find the gift given by Santa Claus. But there he did not get any gift. He starts going to his room sadly when Stephen knocks on the door and hides behind the wall.

Stephen put all the presents in Christmas stoking and placed them in front of the door. Seeing all those gifts, he called his elder brother. Both were very happy seeing the gift and hugged each other. They took all the gifts inside the house with enthusiasm.

The younger brother told his father, “This Christmas was the best Christmas I ever had.” Seeing those two brothers happy, Stephen became very happy. Stephen said to himself that there is more happiness in making others happy. MORAL: “The best gift we give to this world is Joy and Happiness.“

Beth Twindler stared out the window as she stirred the cabbage-stew for dinner. She thought about Christmas, one day away, and how she and her sister, Hannah, would most likely get no presents. Only cabbage-stew, as always. But she was grateful for the fact that she had food to eat everyday.

 

Alice Springs red dirt whipped under the front door, shaking the bare Christmas tree. The blazing fire spat embers onto the hearth. Right beside it slept Beth’s older sister, Hannah. She was up late setting up the old pine tree, so she was now resting.

 

Their Mother, Flora Twindler, was very poor and could only afford a small shack with a pine tree for Christmas, a bunk-bed with a pullout trundle bed for her to sleep in, The Nativity Scene, and a fireplace with a cooking pot. The Nativity Scene was chipped and broken. The camel had lost his leg and one of the Three Wise men had lost his presents to Jesus. But the girls lived their happy lives just like anyone else. Just in the Australian desert.

 

Meanwhile, Flora Twindler was out searching for water. She had told the girls not to worry if she wasn’t back by dark. ‘Just go to bed and sleep tight.’, were the words she said. ‘I’ll be back by morning.’ Right now she was on her way back from the water pump. But suddenly she stopped dead, almost stepping on a King Brown snake. Quickly tacking a few paces back, she realised it was lashing its tongue out at a pregnant dingo.

 

Then it sunk its fangs into the dingos flesh. The dingo dropped dead and the snake slithered away. Flora watched it as it went away. Then she urned back to the dingo. Quick as lightning, she pulled out her red pocket knife, and gently cut open the dingos body open, and pulled out the last breathing pup out. Then she wrapped it up in her woollen jacket, giving it warmth. She grabbed her metal pail and walked home. She finally had a Christmas present for Hannah and Beth.

 

‘Morning Han,’ said Beth sleepily, hanging over the bunk. ‘Merry Christmas.’ ‘You too,’ yawned Hannah. Beth slid down the ladder from the bunk. She looked under the Christmas tree and, ‘look guys, oh, look, look, look!There is a present under the Christmas tree!’ And there, nestled in the jumper, under the pine tree, was the little dingo (now wide awake with all the shouting.) ‘Oh Mummy, she’s beautiful,’exclaimed Hannah, as she jumped out of bed and patted its soft velvety head. ‘Merry Christmas,’ said Flora.