The most special was the evening before Christmas. I went to bed early, but sleep did not come. Dreams of gifts were spinning in my head, and my heart sank from the thought that magic was happening somewhere nearby. Mandarins, candies and little surprises were always waiting under the tree. For me, these were not just things, but proof that miracles exist.

I still remember the thrill when I found presents in the morning. But the main thing is not the toys or sweets themselves, but the feeling of warmth and joy that filled the whole house.

And how do you remember your childhood Christmas? What made this holiday magical for you?

Yours, Alеna