關於聖誕的小學英語閱讀

『壹』 關於難忘的聖誕節的英語閱讀3篇

12月25日的聖誕節是西方國家最重要的節日，不同的國家慶祝的方式也是多種多樣的，下面是小編為大家帶來的有關難忘的聖誕節英語閱讀3篇。
難忘的聖誕節
Christmas is the most important festival in the western world。 It falls on December 25th。 When my mother and I stayed in America， we were invited by one of my mother's friends to have Christmas with an American family。 We bought some presents for our American friends on our way to their house。
They had prepared different kinds of gifts for their family and guests when we got to their house， such as Christmas candles， cakes， cards， little toys， biscuits and so on。 A Christmas tree was placed in the comer of the brilliant hall。 How beautiful it was! We were impressed by these。 We had a big meal。 After dinner， they told us some interesting stories about Christmas。 We learned that Christmas had something to do with God。 We went to bed at midnight。 Though we knew the Santa Claus was not true， we were still waiting for the Santa Claus with white beard to bring us presents。And we received many beautiful presents the next morning。
This Christmas was really unforgettable。 Not only did I have a good time， but also I knew something about foreign culture。
12月25日的聖誕節是西方國家最重要的節日。我和媽媽在美國的時候，曾應媽媽的一位朋友邀請，去一個美國家庭過聖誕節。在去他家的途中，我們為美國朋友買了一些禮物。
我們到時，他們已為家人及客人們准備了各種各樣的禮物，有聖誕蠟燭、蛋糕、卡片、小玩具和餅乾等。聖誕樹放在燈火通明的客廳的一角，實在是太莢了。這一切給我們留下了深刻的印象。我們吃了一頓大餐。飯後，他們給我們講了一些聖誕節的故事，我們知道了聖誕節與上帝有關。我們午夜時分才上床睡覺。盡管我們知道聖誕老人不是真的，但還是等待著白鬍子的聖誕老人為我們送來禮物。第二天早晨我們收到了許多漂亮的禮物。
這個聖誕節實在太令人難以忘懷了。我不僅過得很愉快，還了解了外國文化。
難忘的聖誕節
my neighbor is from usa. he is a professor in a university here. he always says "hi" when he sees any people in the neighborhood. i went to his home this christmas with my friends. i gave him a christmas card. he was so happy. he took out some food and some drinks. and, we sang some christmas songs with him and ate a little of food. he played the piano and we danced and played games. when it was getting late, we said goodbye to him. he thanked us for our visit and placed my christmas card on his refrigerator. he also said, “thanks, little cherry.” it was a good day.
我的鄰居是從美國來的。 他是這里一所大學的教授。他看到鄰居時總是說“你好”。今年聖誕節，我和朋友去了他家。我給了他一張聖誕卡。他好高興哪。拿出食品和飲料。我們邊吃邊唱聖誕歌。他還彈鋼琴，我們跳舞玩游戲。時間晚了，我們和他道別。他感謝我們去他家，還把我的聖誕卡貼在冰箱上，並且說: “謝謝你小櫻桃”。那天真有意思。

難忘的聖誕節
I like the Christmas, not only because of the presents, and the festive season, but more of the feelings behind everything.
It is now winter in China, however, you can see many people on a Christmas shopping spree. Why do people go out on such cold days to shop? It is freezing outside, and sometimes there may even be blizzards. I could not understand this at first, but now I do.
I think it is the thought that counts. We give presents to our beloved family members, our best chums, and those people who cared for us and we cared about. This, I suppose, is the power of love. It may be freezing cold ring this cold season, yet I believe that people feel a gush of warmth when they receive their Christmas presents. As the saying goes "It's better to give than receive", the people receiving presents will be elated, and so will be the people giving the presents.
I have decided to spread the Christmas spirit and show my love and concern to my family members and friends by giving them Christmas presents. The presents need not be too dear, as it is the thought that counts. I wish everyone a merry and blissful Christmas.
我喜歡聖誕節，不僅因為禮物，還有節日的季節，更因為一切背後的感情。
現在是中國的冬天，然而，你可以看到很多人在聖誕購物狂歡。為什麼人們在這么冷的天出去購物?外面很冷，有時甚至會有暴風雪。起初我不明白，但現在我明白了。
我認為重要的是思想。我們送禮物給我們深愛的家人，我們最好的朋友，那些關心我們和我們關心的人。我想，這就是愛的力量。在這個寒冷的季節里，可能會冷得刺骨，但我相信，當人們收到聖誕禮物時，會感到一陣溫暖。俗話說“送比收好”，收到禮物的人會很高興，送禮物的人也會很高興。
我決定傳播聖誕精神，通過給我的家人和朋友送聖誕禮物來表達我對他們的愛和關心。禮物不必太貴，心意才是最重要的。祝大家聖誕快樂幸福。

『貳』 關於聖誕節的英語小短文

關於聖誕節的英語小短文如下：

1、Christmas Day is the biggest festival in the western countries. It is on December 25, the birthday of Jesus Christ. Before the festival, every family will buy a Christmas tree, and put it in the middle of the living-room. And their houses look more soft .

5、The second day, my mother and I go to keyboard lessons, because my heart is always thinking about that thing, so have a class on the bad, the teacher speak of what didn't listen.

『叄』 急求聖誕小學英語小短文

Christ-to die for
by Brother Stephen Howe, LC

John the Baptist paid dearly for preaching the message of Christ. In telling people to repent he made them angry and defensive. Herodias hated him because he challenged her to give up her sinful way of life and convert, something she wasn』t prepared to do

December 09, 2005 / "[Matthew 1: 1-20]"
And the disciples asked him, "Then why do the scribes say that first Elijah must come?" He replied, "Elijah does come, and he is to restore all things; but I tell you that Elijah has already come, and they did not know him, but did to him whatever they pleased. So also the Son of man will suffer at their hands." Then the disciples understood that he was speaking to them of John the Baptist.

John the Baptist paid dearly for preaching the message of Christ. In telling people to repent he made them angry and defensive. Herodias hated him because he challenged her to give up her sinful way of life and convert, something she wasn』t prepared to do. So she had his head cut off to silence him. Jesus too was a 『nuisance』 for the Pharisees, whom he challenged to be more generous and humble. So they killed him too. We also will be persecuted if we challenge people to live better lives, but we must be prepared to do it when it is necessary, because not to demand the best of people is indifference, the opposite of love.

Prayer: Lord give me the courage to challenge people to live according to your will.

『肆』 求助一篇關於聖誕快樂的英文文章（適宜小學生閱讀的)

聖誕節的早晨

Christmas Day in the Morning
編輯: admin | 作者: Pearl S. Buck | 發布日期: 2002-12-20 10:32:00
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He woke suddenly and completely. It was four o'clock, the hour at which his father had always called him to get up and help with the milking. Strange how the habits of his youth clung to him still! Fifty years ago, and his father had been dead for thirty years, and yet he waked at four o'clock in the morning. He had trained himself to turn over and go to sleep, but this morning it was Christmas, he did not try to sleep.

Why did he feel so awake tonight? He slipped back in time, as he did so easily nowadays. He was fifteen years old and still on his father's farm. He loved his father. He had not known it until one day a few days before Christmas, when he had overheard what his father was saying to his mother.

"Mary, I hate to call Rob in the mornings. He's growing so fast and he needs his sleep. If you could see how he sleeps when I go in to wake him up! I wish I could manage alone."

"Well, you can't Adam." His mother's voice as brisk, "Besides, he isn't a child anymore. It's time he took his turn."

"Yes," his father said slowly. "But I sure do hate to wake him."

When he heard these words, something in him spoke: his father loved him! He had never thought of that before, taking for granted the tie of their blood. Neither his father nor his mother talked about loving their children--they had no time for such things. There was always so much to do on the farm.

Now that he knew his father loved him, there would be no loitering in the mornings and having to be called again. He got up after that, stumbling blindly in his sleep, and pulled on his clothes, his eyes shut, but he got up.

And then on the night before Christmas, that year when he was fifteen, he lay for a few minutes thinking about the next day. They were poor, and most of the excitement was in the turkey they had raised themselves and mince pies his mother made. His sisters sewed presents and his mother and father always bought something he needed, not only a warm jacket, maybe, but something more, such as a book. And he saved and bought them each something, too.

He wished, that Christmas when he was fifteen, he had a better present for his father. As usual he had gone to the ten-cent store and bought a tie. It had seemed nice enough until he lay thinking the night before Christmas. He looked out of his attic window, the stars were bright.

"Dad," he had once asked when he was a little boy, "What is a stable?"

"It's just a barn," his father had replied, "like ours."

Then Jesus had been born in a barn, and to a barn the shepherds had come...

The thought struck him like a silver dagger. Why should he not give his father a special gift too, out there in the barn? He could get up early, earlier than four o'clock, and he could creep into the barn and get all the milking done. He'd do it alone, milk and clean up, and then when his father went in to start the milking he'd see it all done. And he would know who had done it. He laughed to himself as he gazed at the stars. It was what he would do, and he mustn't sleep too sound.

He must have waked twenty times, scratching a match each time to look at his old watch-midnight, and half past one, and then two o'clock.

At a quarter to three he got up and put on his clothes. He crept downstairs, careful of the creaky boards, and let himself out. The cows looked at him, sleepy and surprised. It was early for them too.

He had never milked all alone before, but it seemed almost easy. He kept thinking about his father's surprise. His father would come in and get him, saying that he would get things started while Rob was getting dressed. He'd go to the barn, open the door, and then he'd go get the two big empty milk cans. But they wouldn't be waiting or empty, they'd be standing in the milk-house, filled.

"What the--," he could hear his father exclaiming.

He smiled and milked steadily, two strong streams rushing into the pail, frothing and fragrant.

The task went more easily than he had ever known it to go before. Milking for once was not a chore. It was something else, a gift to his father who loved him. He finished, the two milk cans were full, and he covered them and closed the milk-house door carefully, making sure of the latch.

Back in his room he had only a minute to pull off his clothes in the darkness and jump into bed, for he heard his father up. He put the covers over his head to silence his quick breathing. The door opened.

"Rob!" His father called. "We have to get up, son, even if it is Christmas."

"Aw-right," he said sleepily.

The door closed and he lay still, laughing to himself. In just a few minutes his father would know. His dancing heart was ready to jump from his body.

The minutes were endless--ten, fifteen, he did not know how many--and he heard his father's footsteps again. The door opened and he lay still.

"Rob!"

"Yes, Dad--"

His father was laughing, a queer sobbing sort of laugh.

"Thought you'd fool me, did you?" His father was standing by his bed, feeling for him, pulling away the cover.

"It's for Christmas, Dad!"

He found his father and clutched him in a great hug. He felt his father's arms go around him. It was dark and they could not see each other's faces.

"Son, I thank you. Nobody ever did a nicer thing--"

"Oh, Dad, I want you to know--I do want to be good!" The words broke from him of their own will. He did not know what to say. His heart was bursting with love.

He got up and pulled on his clothes again and they went down to the Christmas tree. Oh what a Christmas, and how his heart had nearly burst again with shyness and pride as his father told his mother and made the younger children listen about how he, Rob, had got up all by himself.

"The best Christmas gift I ever had, and I'll remember it, son every year on Christmas morning, so long as I live."

They had both remembered it, and now that his father was dead, he remembered it alone: that blessed Christmas dawn when, alone with the cows in the barn, he had made his first gift of true love.

This Christmas he wanted to write a card to his wife and tell her how much he loved her, it had been a long time since he had really told her, although he loved her in a very special way, much more than he ever had when they were young. He had been fortunate that she had loved him. Ah, that was the true joy of life, the ability to love. Love was still alive in him, it still was.

It occurred to him suddenly that it was alive because long ago it had been born in him when he knew his father loved him. That was it: Love alone could awaken love. And he could give the gift again and again. This morning, this blessed Christmas morning, he would give it to his beloved wife. He I could write it down in a letter for her to read and keep forever. He went to his desk and began his love letter to his wife: My dearest love...

Such a happy, happy, Christmas!