Christmas 1980, I was a child. My four sisters and I were in Polop, a nice town in the mountains east of Spain. I remember a lovely Christmas because all my family were there. We passed the time playing, singing carols, watching TV, etc.

I remind the dinner before arrive Santa Claus. We were eleven adults and ten children. My mother cooked an incredible and lovely meal such as, a big turkey with potatoes, fish, bread, cakes and more.

My sisters, cousins and I were very nervous because we wanted to see Santa.

We ate all the meal. When we finished dinner we sat around the fire and we were singing a lot of carols. We always saw in the fireplace because my aunt told us Santa came by the chimney. Suddenly, my mother told us we had to go to sleep. However, we didn't want to go to bed because we wanted to see Santa and we wanted to speak with him.

Finally, we went to bed. We listened different sounds as if somebody wanted to enter home. We didn't want to fall asleep but we were very tired and we slept.

Next morning, my old sister woke up and she woke us. All we went to the living room looking for our presents. However, we didn't see any presents. We started to search everywhere but we didn't find any gift. Then, we started to cry and cry because we thought Santa had been forgotten about us being in the mountains far away from our homes.

My parents, aunts and uncles came to the living room and they began to laugh. We didn't understand because they were laughing, we didn't have our gifts, this was a tragedy for us.

At the end, my father asked us if we had looked us out of the house because as our fireplace was not very big maybe Santa had to leave gifts outside.

All we went out running, we open the door and surprise our gifts were there.

I can never forget that day because we thought we would not have gifts. My parents hid our gifts too well.

Every Christmas when we're having dinner they remember this story and how we were crying and crying.