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  It is said that there was a farmer served a poor boy on a cold windy Chrismas Eve and gave him a big chrisemas meal。 The boy cut a Fir tree's branch and ed it into the earth。He said, "every year this time。 there will be many presents in this branch。 I wish I can pay back to your favor by this beautiful Fir tree。 " After the boy left, the farmer discovered that the branch had grow up as a big tree。 Then he realized that the boy was an envoy of the god。 This is the origin of the chrismas day。 In western countries, Whatever you are, everyone will prepare a chrismas tree to increase the happiness of the chrismas day。 Chrismas trees are made of evergreen tree like Fir trees and they represent the long lives。People put candles,flowers,toys,stars on the tree and they put chrismas present on the tree。 On Chrismas Eve,people sing and dance happily and they enjoy themselves around the tree。



  Christmas is for love。 It is for joy, for giving and sharing, for laughter, for reuniting with family and friends, for tinsel and brightly decorated packages。 But mostly, Christmas is for love。 I had not believed this until a small elf—like student with wide—eyed innocent eyes and soft rosy cheeks gave me a wondrous gift one Christmas。


  Mark was an 11 year old orphan who lived with his aunt, a bitter middle aged woman greatly annoyed with the burden of caring for her dead sisters son。 She never failed to remind young Mark, if it hadnt been for her generosity, he would be a vagrant, homeless waif。 Still, with all the scolding and chilliness at home, he was a sweet and gentle child。


  I had not noticed Mark particularly until he began staying after class each day (at the risk of arousing his aunts anger, I later found) to help me straighten up the room。 We did this quietly and comfortably, not speaking much, but enjoying the solitude of that hour of the day。 When we did talk, Mark spoke mostly of his mother。 Though he was quite small when she died, he remembered a kind, gentle, loving woman, who always spent much time with him。


  As Christmas drew near however, Mark failed to stay after school each day。 I looked forward to his coming, and when the days passed and he continued to scamper hurriedly from the room after class, I stopped him one afternoon and asked why he no longer helped me in the room。 I told him how I had missed him, and his large gray eyes lit up eagerly as he replied, Did you really miss me?


  I explained how he had been my best helper。 I was making you a surprise, he whispered confidentially。 Its for Christmas。 With that, he became embarrassed and dashed from the room。 He didnt stay after school any more after that。


  Finally came the last school day before Christmas。 Mark crept slowly into the room late that afternoon with his hands concealing something behind his back。 I have your present, he said timidly when I looked up。 I hope you like it。 He held out his hands, and there lying in his small palms was a tiny wooden box。


  Its beautiful, Mark。 Is there something in it? I asked opening the top to look inside。


  Oh you cant see whats in it, He replied, and you cant touch it, or taste it or feel it, but mother always said it makes you feel good all the time, warm on cold nights, and safe when youre all alone。


  I gazed into the empty box。 What is it Mark, I asked gently, that will make me feel so good? Its love, he whispered softly, and mother always said its best when you give it away。 And he turned and quietly left the room。


  So now I keep a small box crudely made of scraps of wood on the piano in my living room and only smile as inquiring friends raise quizzical eyebrows when I explain to them that there is love in it。


  Yes, Christmas is for gaiety, mirth and song, for good and wondrous gifts。 But mostly, Christmas is for love。