I want to tell you about my Christmas. Up to the Christmas, my mom bakes a lot. She likes to bake when the Christmas is here. But she does of course still have to work, so she can only bake when she gets home from work. Sometimes, when I got time and got nothing else to do, I help her, but then that is very rare, as I'm not good at baking. Usually, the cookies I bake, gets burned and if they don't, they do not taste like cookies.
My dad usually work most of the day. Except in the weekends, but there he reads newspaper and check his stocks. But sometimes, he bakes too. His cakes are even better than my moms most of the times. He used to bake a lot as child together with his mom, my grandmother. But even tho, my dad works a lot, he does not complain as he like his work.
When I'm home at my grandmother and granddad, we are usually the whole family together. Both cousins, uncles and aunts. We play a lot of board games, like Chess, Yatzy and Metador. We also drink a lot of chocolate milk, eat a lot of cookies and cakes, and also turkey. It is really fun and great. But then, all the fun is broken, when my family begins to sing. It sounds terrible. Really terrible. It is the same note, all the way trough. No variation. Actually it is not singing, just speaking a song.
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