I still remember the last Christmas Granny spent with us.[1]It began in the middle of November on a cold, windy day.I remember the wind because Granny's grey hair was a mess① when she arrived.That was also the day Granny moved in②.Somehow③， at the time, I didn't know she was sick.Maybe I was too young, maybe she hid it too well, or maybe I was just too excited that Christmas was on the way④.
After Granny moved in, she spent most of her time on the brown sofa by the fire⑤.Sometimes she was quiet, but she seemed happy.When I wrote a letter to Father Christmas telling him about the presents I wanted, Granny made an effort to⑥ help me.[2]Her hand was slightly⑦ shaky, but she wrote “Father Christmas, the North Pole⑧” on the envelope⑨.
In December, our excitement grew each day — lights appeared in the streets, Christmas cards arrived, and there was snow everywhere.Granny and I made sugar biscuits, stuffed⑩ the turkey and then I sat on my granny's lap? and we sang Christmas songs.My favourite song was Frosty? the Snowman and I loved the bit that went “Thumpetythumpthump, thumpetythumpthump, look at Frosty go！” Granny had patience? to sing it over and over? again.
On Christmas Eve?， Granny took a seat? by the fire as we put up? the Christmas tree.[3]I hung most of the decorations on the branches?.
“That's the most beautiful tree I've ever seen，[4]”Granny said.
Then she started singing, “Oh, Christmas tree, oh, Christmas tree, you fill my heart with music...”
Before bed, Granny and I left a plate? of sugar biscuits out for Father Christmas, and put a stocking at the end of my bed.I remember Granny sitting on my bed and singing softly until I fell asleep.
