Christmas Time

By Sylvie 

Christmas is a very special time of the year. It brings happiness to a lot of humankind. When I say a lot I mean most people celebrate it but some people don’t. 

Some people celabrate Christmas differently. I’m going to tell you how you do it in New Zealand.

TRADITIONS

Traditions are a very big part of Christmas. A tradition is something that has been done the same way for a long time like putting up a Christmas tree or giving things. On Christmas night Santa Claus comes and gives presents to all the kids and leaves them under their Christmas tree or Carolling singing songs. There are also Christmas colours that are red and green and gold and sometimes silver too. You sometimes wear these Colours as well You can also go on a holiday with your friends and family. It’s summer in Christmas in New Zealand so it’s sunny.

DECORATIONS

A lot of people decorate their house at Christmas time with for instance you can put up Christmas trees (like small mini pine trees) and hang ornaments on it like all ball balls a mini Santa Claus,a mini Christmas tree,snowflakes,lights (fairy lights),tinsel (tinsel is like spikey long stuff),you can hang up stockings under your chimney and a lot of people decorate their doors with wreath,stars,mistletoe and lots of other cool things.  You also put Christmas crackers on the table which is usually set nicely with yet more tinsel and perhaps a pretty table cloth.

FOOD

At Christmas or any celebration really you get treats but at Christmas there is chocolate fruit cake, ham or a steak you can also have a salad or a stew. A pudding might be there too.

If you read this story correctly you would know that Christmas is completely and utterly amazingly fun.

my dad Jon by sylvie

You know those extremely tall men who bang their noggins on doorways….

Well my dad is one of those men.

He is tremendously tall. His name is Jonathan but everyone calls him Jon.

He is forty two.

He has bold hazel eyes and curly black hair.

He loves parsnips and he wears specs in the morning.

But my dad does atrocious farts and he always blames it on me!!!

For his occupation he is a cameraman

But he does a lot of work around our humble abode.

My dad is from parmestonorth.

His Mum is Lorain and his Dad is Tony.

I love my Dad.

Showering in space! By Sylvie

Have you ever wondered how astronauts shower in space? Well don’t worry you don’t have to wonder anymore because i’m here to tell you.

In space you can’t just have an ordinary shower because there is no gravity the water will just float off in a random derection. And you have to have to shower in space because you have to exercise twice a day. Therefore you have to do it differently and now finally I’m going to tell you how.

Firstly i’m going to tell you what you need.

You need a cloth which is in a little pocket on the side of the rocket and a premixed pouch full of warm soapy water which is tied to the side of the wall. ok now I will tell you how to actually do it.

To shower in space you have to get the cloth and then you have to squirt some water onto the cloth when you squirt out the premixed soapy water. It goes into a bubble and then it lands on the cloth. Sometimes you have to move the cloth to catch the bubble then you have to put it all over your body. Then you have to dry yourself with a different cloth.

Well now that you know how to shower in space and i am happy to tell you that i am finished i hope you thought it was interesting thankyou for listening.

Postcard

To :Wally

From : Sylvie

Dear Wally the watermelon

I hope that your hay fever has gone away.

Anyway that is not why I  am sending this letter.

I am sending this letter because i’m very sorry but your great great great Aunty has passed away.

Her name was Petunia.

She died in a hot air balloon accident.

I’m very sorry.

Kind regards Sylvie.

postcard by sylvie

To :Wally

From : Sylvie

Dear Wally the watermelon

I hope that your hay fever has gone away.

Anyway that is not why I  am sending this letter.

I am sending this letter because i’m very sorry but your great great great Aunty has passed away.

Her name was Petunia.

She died in a hot air balloon accident.

I’m very sorry.

Kind regards Sylvie.