【文章內(nèi)容簡介】 lack of something. Oh, snacks! Home snacks I finished early. So, Dad volunteered to buy food. When Dad went out, my mother and I watched the film with great attention. This movie called “Christmas legend”, is about a little boy parents died, was brought in the same village. Every Christmas day, he changed his life. So, every Christmas Eve, he put his early toys in front of every door that had been raised for him. When he grew up, he became “Santa Claus”, sitting in a sled, appearing over the night of peace...　　At the end of the film, Dad came back. His face was red with cold, home kept hanging hand warmer. He bought a big bag of snacks. I rejoiced when I saw this big pile of my favorite snacks. But mom blamed dad for wasting money, and all of it was junk food. But dad said, “its hard to make children happy and happy on Christmas day.” Dad also bought 8 unusual apples at high prices, and each apple was inscribed with “l(fā)ove”. I eat the “l(fā)ove” apple, look at the movie about love, and feel the love of my mom and dad.　　This Christmas Eve, because my father is at home, I feel very warm.　　In Christianity, Christmas Eve is the day of the birth of the Savior, Jesus. On this day, the Englishmen will eat roast goose, Americans taste Turkey, and hold various colorful activities. The French think that the Christmas totem of heaven is white and auspicious. But when Christmas to China, the kind of solemn and sacred disappeared, People in the street banged about with inflatable sticks, pedestrian people winter crazy hit be strangers to each other. On Christmas Eve, Christmas on the wrong understanding of people crazy what party, make originally peaceful Chengdu wall.　　I know that in Christianity, the night of peace is the day of the birth of Jesus Christ, a day of holy and solemn. On the night of 24, my mother took me to the largest Catholic Church in Chengdu in order to increase my understanding of Christmas. On the way, I fantasized about the appearance of the church, and I think there must be a cross at the highest part of the church. Into a Catholic Church, a melodious chant of “Hallelujah” drifted into my ears, the church spire had a cross, dim moonlight, water sprinkled on the roof of the church, lighting up the cross. Across the long corridor of the church, a statue of Jesus stood alone under the pale light. I touched my toes curiously. Its cool. I left the statue.　　In addition to the gate, entering the courtyard on the left, it was a 10 meter high Christmas tree, with a silver cross on the tip of the tree. The tree filled with lanterns, and dotted with angels, snowball snowman. I crossed a cross in front of my chest. I looked at the huge Christmas tree. I thought of the gods in the sky. Are they passing Christmas, too? “What do you think, child?” Someone behind me took a pat on my back, and I turned my head. It turned out to be an old woman. She said she had been