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The Last Christmas　

　　In a small city that cannot even be looked up in the dictionary, once lived a little girl. The little girl has many names, Barbie, M&Ms, Duli, Tanya, Sweet Snow, Froggy, Bubble, SG, and so on. Here in this passage we call her Barbie.　

　　Barbie loved Christmas , she liked to see the flowery lights shining on the streets, snow melting in the dark, families shopping for Christmas. She enjoyed hearing bells ringing all around, seeing kids running past, throwing snow balls while giggling cheerfully… they impressed her deeply, deeply, she thought, Christmas is the happiest day of the year because all of the just like a beautiful dream which she never wanted to be waken up from.　

　　When Christmas was coming, there were always many grown ups working as usual, Barbie was amazed at it all. It seemed extremely magical. She loved to see the grown ups busy putting up a huge Christmas tree decorated with colorful ribbons, bells, isotheres and mini angels, she discovered candy that the adults left her here and there during the time. the C with Christmas songs was played again and again. Everybody smiled to here and kissed her, in a worked, Barbie loved the Christmas sprit all around here.　

　　Mum told Barbie she was s special kid and Santa loved her, when Barbie was around six, once Grammy gave her a fary tale book that told stories about Santa and his reindeers. Barbie kept the book as her most important treasure. She read it all the times, she believed that Santa lived in the North Pole. with his own factory beside and twelve reindeers in his icy igloo, Santa loved well behaved kids and would give them gifts by coming down in chummy and putting the gift in their lovely stockings.　

　　Every year when it’s Christmas eve, she prayed to god seriously and wished torecieved a gift from Santa Claus, the she hung up the gi8g stocking, and went to bed early with her teddy bear because dad said Santa won’t give gifts to the kids that weren’t’ asleep.　

　　The next morning when Barbie got up, it was snowing outside. Snow flakes were falling from the sky as they were Santa’s white gifts for town. Barbie got out of here bed quickly wearing her pajama. It’s all quiet around she looked up and could always, find gifts under here pillow, under the bed behind the curtain and beside the Christmas tree or somewhere else, even on the roof.　The gift were always what she wanted and always made her laugh out loud.　

　　Years went by, Barbie began to decide fiction things and truths, she began to wonder whether Santa existed she was confused because all her friends didn’t think that three had been Santa all along. The Santa in her mind was getting dimmer and dimmer.　

　　And her parents thought that Barbie has grown up as well. They didn’t put up that much decorations as they did in the past to make Barbie laugh and they seldom gave her candy and snacks on Christmas because they all though she has became a big girl. They began to give her gifts both mum or dad, and Santa, Barbie has never thought about that the grown ups didn’t believe in Santa and all his stories. Neveever. It was a lie all tough these times.　

　　This year Barbie is thirteen she thought it is the time to find out what to believe the trough or the beautiful fairy take dreamy but fake. On Christmas eve, when all the light went off, Barbie was still awake in bed.　

　　When it was really dark around she heard something it was somebody walking very quietly.　

　　That must be Santa without any reason she cried quietly tears rolled down her cheek in the dark. It was mum putting a gift into her stocking. She heard something breading it was her heart, once had been full of dreams, but now was empty and her belief was in pieces as well.　

　　Why Barbie don’t understanding this all something were just like this when you don’t known a thing, you can believe in it deeply easily. But after you final something real, but opposite your own dream, you will suffer from this. You will be confused on what to believe Barbie ever hated herself at the moment the curiosity of her was really stupid. She tried to lie to herself to let she herself believe that she has heard nothing and Santa would com on his won. But it was useless . things she heard and saw would never be forgotten.　

　　Barbie was sad she could never believe in Santa again ever she knew that clearly he didn’t exist. How she wanted to get back to hear childhood, which could believe in the fairy take deeply. But she couldn’t time passed can’t get back again.　

　　When Barbie listened to the song “ when Christmas comes to town” she cried again.　

　　Presents for the children warped in read and green.　

　　All the thing I’ve heard about but never really seen　

　　All the dream of　children once lost will all be found.　

　　But where is Barbie’s dream she didn’t know and she didn’t know when these all happened. She only knew that this was the last Christmas she really spent in deed.　

　　What’s the real reason ?　

　　Because Barbie has grown up.