[Popular] Three Christmas essays of 1,300 words
In ordinary daily life, everyone often comes into contact with compositions. Compositions can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions, and college compositions (essays). So how to write a good composition? Below are three 1,300-word Christmas compositions that the editor has compiled for you. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look.
Christmas composition 1300 words 1
Tom is a second-class citizen, equivalent to the boss of a small factory. Christmas made him very restless. He knew what had happened recently and was very clear. Tom ran back and forth two or three times carrying five big bags, which were prepared for his five family members. He knew what he could do. That's all there is to do.
The streets were unusually quiet. Tom didn't have a car, so he had no choice but to walk. The five big bags were very taxing for him. The goose-feather snow seeped into his clothes. From time to time, he had to put down his bags and take a few breaths. It was so atmospheric that I could hear a few "squeaking" sounds from a distance. Tom knew very well that it was not his, but it was also heavy.
Slowly, the footsteps intensified, and Tom could see clearly, but he was a little surprised. It might be a man, because he could carry so many large and small bags. Tom guessed that the bag on his back might be three times as big as his own. , no, maybe four times. Then – he must be a first-class citizen, maybe – oh, no, if that's the case, then he must have a car, then he must not – but on his back –
Tom hid the four bags aside, and curiosity drove him to meet them. Of course, the guy who might be a "first-class citizen" didn't know. The snow seemed to be falling heavily at this time.
The man ran very fast and turned left and right very easily and naturally. Tom couldn't see his face and just kept chasing him. After about seven or eight turns, the "first-class citizen" finally slowed down. Tom could see that he was panting, and of course he himself was panting. The man paused for a moment, then passed the last turn, and Tom gently greeted him. As he climbed up, that bend became his hiding spot.
Tom was not sure what he saw, but it was all true. It was obvious that the man lying in front of him was his son. Although there was a distance between him, Tom could still tell that he was sick, and it was in the late stages. . Tom held his breath. The snow became lighter again, but still penetrated into Tom's neck like goose feathers.
"Tom, look – dad is back. Look, what did dad bring you?" The man looked relaxed, but Tom could tell that the guy was pretending. Then the man took off all the big and small bags on his body, and Tom counted them. There were about twenty in total.
"Dad, dad–" Little Jim's voice was rustling, as if it was blocked by something.
Jim, look, look! Jim. "The father casually picked up a bag, which was not very big, and changed it to a bigger one. "Look, Jim, this is your pizza, and this–this is the match you want. Look, dad ordered it for you. look. "After saying that, the man struck a match. The fire was very bright, but Tom could see clearly that there were only five matches in the small box. No, there were only four matches now.
"Son, look, daddy – daddy will give you two strokes together," then the flames became brighter, and Jim showed as many rows of teeth as he could.
The man gently put down the matchbox and picked up a small box. "Look, this is the pencil you want. It will be yours from now on, Jim." The man spoke quickly, and his son's eyes widened. He mentioned it to his father last night.
"Son, look, the cake…"
“Son, read…the Bible…
"Son, look at…the doll…"
Son, look…
…
"Dad-" The son's voice was very low, but it could still be heard.
"What, Jim", Dad is here. "The man hurriedly put his ear up
"Dad, I want to eat a piece of cake!" The son chewed through the words with difficulty.
"Cake? Well, look, son, I'm looking for where the cake is, ah – it's here." The man's forehead was actually a little moist, even though the snow had stopped.
"Well, son, no, this cake is for your breakfast tomorrow. If you eat it now, what will you eat tomorrow?" The man waved his forehead quickly, pretending to be calm.
"pizza!"
"Ah, yes, you still have pizza, pizza, pizza, well, this won't work, Jim, you are a good boy, and good children must listen to their father. Tomorrow we will have pizza and cake together, okay?" This is obviously an excuse. Not very satisfactory. Jim is a good boy. You can see his disappointment in his eyes. Maybe he already knows everything. He is a smart boy. You can see it in everything that man does. His embarrassment.
Tom, seven or eight meters away, was still deep in thought, but his hands pushed the five bags out unconsciously. He knew what was inside.
The man noticed it immediately, and he could understand because he was the most sober person here. "Ah, son, Jim. My boy, look at your stupid dad. What did you just say you wanted? Cake? Do you think it's really in this bag? Dad lied to you. Look, it should be in that bag, eh. , should-should be, Jim, son, just wait a moment, daddy will give it to you to eat,"
It was a real cake, just a little skewed on the sides. "Son, did you say you wanted to eat cake? Dad didn't hear clearly, did you?"
The man put his ear up again.
"Yes, Dad," Jim said without difficulty.
Tom could tell that the cake was delicious. "Look, how could this guy drop the cake on the street? If I hadn't picked it up, I don't know what I would have done." Tom thought silently, you know, this way he would be less scolded when he got home.
Christmas composition 1300 words 2
In a city so small that it can't even be found in the dictionary, there once lived a little girl. That little girl has many names, Barbie, MMs, Du Li, Tianya, Tianxue, Frog, Bubble, SG, etc. Here we call her Barbie.
Barbie loves Christmas, she loves watching the gorgeous lights twinkling in the streets, the snow melting in the dark, and families doing their Christmas shopping. She enjoyed hearing the bells ringing all around and seeing the children running over and throwing snowballs while laughing happily… These left a deep, deep impression on her. Christmas, she thought, was the happiest day of the year because it all felt like a beautiful dream, one from which she never wanted to be awakened.
When Christmas comes, there are always many adults busy around, and Barbie is fascinated by it all. This looks extremely magical. She loved to see the adults busy setting up the Christmas tree decorated with colorful ribbons, bells, parasites and cherub statues; she found candies left for her by the adults everywhere. The CD with Christmas songs was played over and over again. Everyone smiled at her and kissed her. All in all, Barbie loves the Christmas spirit around her.
Mom tells Barbie that she is a special child and that Santa Claus loves her. When Barbie was six years old, her grandmother gave her a fairy tale book that told the story of Santa Claus and his elk. Barbie considers this book to be her most precious possession. She read over and over again that she believed Santa Claus lived in an igloo at the North Pole, with his own factory and twelve elk. Santa Claus loves well-behaved children and gives them presents on Christmas Eve. She prayed solemnly to God for a gift from Santa Claus, then she hung up her stockings and went to bed early with her stuffed bear. Because Dad said that Santa Claus will not give gifts to children who are not asleep.
When Barbie woke up the next morning, it was snowing outside. Snowflakes are like Santa Claus’s gift to the city, falling from the sky. Barbie quickly got out of bed in her nightgown. The surroundings are extremely quiet. She looked everywhere, always under her pillow, under her bed, behind the curtains, by the Christmas tree or somewhere else, even on the roof. That gift was always what she wanted and always made her smile.
As the years passed, Barbie gradually began to distinguish between fairy tales and reality. She began to doubt whether Santa Claus ever existed in the country. She is confused because none of her friends believe there ever was a Santa Claus! The image of Santa Claus became increasingly blurry in her mind.
And her parents thought Barbie had grown up. They no longer put out as many decorations to make Barbie smile as they used to, and they rarely give her candy and treats at Christmas. Because they all think Barbie is a big girl. They started giving her gifts, signed by Mom, Dad and Santa Claus. It never occurred to Barbie that adults didn't believe in Santa Claus and those stories, never! It's all a lie!
Barbie is thirteen years old this year, and she thinks it's time to discover what to believe. The truth, or fairy tales, are beautiful but false. On Christmas Eve, when all the lights went out, Barbie lay in bed, still awake.
When the surroundings became dark, Barbie heard someone walking very softly.
That must be Santa Claus! For no reason, she cried quietly. Tears streamed down her cheeks in the darkness. It was mom, putting a gift into her stocking. She heard the sound of something breaking, it was her heart, once full of dreams, but now empty. And her faith was in pieces.
Barbie doesn't understand any of this. Some things are just like that, when you don't know it, you can believe it deeply and unwaveringly, easily. And when you finally find some truth, but it is contrary to your beliefs, you will become painful and painful about what you believe. Barbie even hated herself at that moment. Her curiosity is so stupid. She tried to lie to herself, telling herself that she heard or saw nothing and that Santa Claus would come on his own. But that was in vain. What she heard and saw will never be forgotten.
Barbie is sad, she can never trust Santa Claus again, ever. She knew full well that he didn't exist. How she wanted to go back to the past, to her childhood where she believed in that fairy tale. But she can't. The past time cannot come back.
When Barbie listened to the song When Santa Claus Comes to the City, she cried again.
The gifts for the children are wrapped in red and green paper, things I have heard of but never seen, those dreams that children once lost will be found.
But what about Barbie’s dreams? she does not know. And she didn't understand why this happened. All she knew was that this was the last Christmas she would ever truly spend.
What's the real reason?
Because Barbie has grown up.
Christmas composition 1300 words Part 3
December 24th is Christmas Eve for Westerners. Whenever this day full of fantasy comes, all the children also hope to get gifts from Santa Claus. But this is just the West. Chinese adults always effortlessly break children's dreams, saying: "There is no Santa Claus in this world! Stop daydreaming!" I am very lucky to be born into a child whose parents are English teachers. Maybe they are influenced by foreign culture. Before I was 10 years old, I spent my time in the sweet fantasy of Christmas.
I still remember that when I was a child, when my father told me the story of Santa Claus, I was still a little skeptical, but on the evening of December 24, 1997, I still grabbed my favorite little cotton sock with a bear pattern on it and put it on the Under the pillow, I fell asleep with excitement. Early the next morning, I couldn't wait to touch the sock. Huh? Why is it so hard? I took out the things inside – a cute and compact Christmas card and a little book of my favorite "Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck"! I was still excited in bed. I opened the greeting card, and the words on it were as thin as spider silk: Merry Christmas! The title of the book is Santa Claus. At that moment, surprise and ecstasy weaved into a beautiful piece of music that rippled through my heart. When I came to the kindergarten, I was so naive that I told all the children about this. They all looked at me with envy. My classmate Yueyue also said to me: "You are so lucky! I didn't get any gifts from Santa Claus." !" "Dad said that only very good and well-behaved children can get gifts!" I said proudly, my heart as sweet as honey.
In the following years, I would always get Christmas gifts – dolls, animation discs, school supplies… It wasn't until the third grade of elementary school that the secret was revealed. My father turned out to be "Santa Claus" and the gifts I got were not What the old man riding a deer gave me was my father’s infinite love for me! For a moment, my heart felt empty, but I also learned a lot: people have to grow up, so take these as my Have wonderful memories in your life!
Christmas, have you received a gift from Santa Claus?
"Ding-a-ling-a-ling, jingle-a-ling-a-ling…" The most familiar music rang in my ears. I immediately showed my teeth, put my hands on my head, and kept giggling. Because this is what makes me think of that warm Christmas, dancing with snowflakes and chasing the north wind. Please come with me to see this refreshing time!
Cut to: The weekend before Christmas
"Christmas is next week, and I have to plan it carefully." So, I pulled down our Christmas tree from upstairs, which had been gathering dust for a year. I sorted out its branches and leaves and took a look. Wow! What a lush little pine tree! Now, I just need to hang the decorations… When the hands of the clock turned from 8:45 to 9:10, I finally decorated the little pine tree. , wiped the sweat, I took a step back and looked at the fruits of my labor with satisfaction: various decorations weighed down the branches of the small tree, and the whole small tree shone and flashed under the light. Dreamy light. Gold, silver, purple and other colorful balls were hung up, filled with the wishes I made; red, silver, and yellow bows were used to attach hairpins to the small tree, as well as cute little drums, Santa Claus's pine tree Not interesting.
The scene shifts to: Christmas Eve
I hung up the Christmas stockings ready to contain gifts, and went to bed happily, but I couldn't fall asleep, as if I had taken "stimulants". Tonight, I want to see Santa Claus with my own eyes, how he drives the sleigh with his reindeer. The person who came to distribute gifts to the children still had a question. There were so many children in the world, and there should be so many gifts. How could he fit them all in? In the darkness, the hour hand ticked to 11:25, and he endured and endured. I yawned. I was so energetic and sleepy that I suddenly became drowsy as if by magic. After shaking a few times, I fell down on the soft pillow and let the dream elf take care of me. I took him to play, and the whole process took less than a second! When I woke up, ah? It was already dawn! Has Santa Claus come? I hurriedly got up in my thin pajamas and ran to the desk to take a look , Wow! A giant chocolate house suddenly appeared in front of my eyes: there were puppies, Christmas trees, Santa Claus, a house, all made of chocolate. The candy house I saw in my dream was really before my eyes. Smelling its sweet smell, my mouth watered involuntarily…
The sound of "ding ding bell" rang again, this time it was not singing, but the sound of a phone. "Hello, hello!" I answered the phone: "Dad said that he saw you fantasizing again. Do you want the 'gift' of 'fried pork with bamboo shoots'? Write a composition quickly!" It turns out to be mom. !It seems that I can only talk to you one more sentence without saying anything. I love Christmas because it is full of mystery and surprises!
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