One Magic Christmas

My magic Christmas was at the same time the most peculier in my hole life.

Eight years ago I spent my winter holliday at my grandparents, in a small village. That winter the snow was fantastic so my friends and I were very happy. On Christmas Eve we went in a neighbour village, over the hills, to our relatives. Night fell quickly and the boys insisted to go home. I told them to leave without me, because I wanted to spend more time with my cousin. When I left towards home the wind was ruthless and the snow became bigger and bigger. Finally I understood that I lost my way back. I was scared, tired and all that I know is that I fell. I don't know how long I laid unconscious down there, but suddenly I felt a harsh tongue on my nose and I heard bells ringing. "A horse sleigh! I'm saved!" I thought then.