The destroyer of Christmas
One time I met my younger cousin, Natálie. I looked at her, wisely, and told, “Hey, I know what my parents bought to you!” She looked at me terrified and then I figured out that she still believes in the little Jesus. He brings gifts in my country. Lately I was looking after some kids and then I remembered this. I started laughing and yelled to my sister: “Hey, do you remember this time when I told Natka that presents are by parents?” History repeated itself, and I felt some panicked faces on my back. Then I figured out that almost every children in room believed in little Jesus. This is, kids, how I becomed Grinch.






