关于圣诞的小学英语阅读

『壹』 关于难忘的圣诞节的英语阅读3篇

12月25日的圣诞节是西方国家最重要的节日，不同的国家庆祝的方式也是多种多样的，下面是小编为大家带来的有关难忘的圣诞节英语阅读3篇。
难忘的圣诞节
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日的圣诞节是西方国家最重要的节日。我和妈妈在美国的时候，曾应妈妈的一位朋友邀请，去一个美国家庭过圣诞节。在去他家的途中，我们为美国朋友买了一些礼物。
我们到时，他们已为家人及客人们准备了各种各样的礼物，有圣诞蜡烛、蛋糕、卡片、小玩具和饼干等。圣诞树放在灯火通明的客厅的一角，实在是太荚了。这一切给我们留下了深刻的印象。我们吃了一顿大餐。饭后，他们给我们讲了一些圣诞节的故事，我们知道了圣诞节与上帝有关。我们午夜时分才上床睡觉。尽管我们知道圣诞老人不是真的，但还是等待着白胡子的圣诞老人为我们送来礼物。第二天早晨我们收到了许多漂亮的礼物。
这个圣诞节实在太令人难以忘怀了。我不仅过得很愉快，还了解了外国文化。
难忘的圣诞节
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.
我的邻居是从美国来的。 他是这里一所大学的教授。他看到邻居时总是说“你好”。今年圣诞节，我和朋友去了他家。我给了他一张圣诞卡。他好高兴哪。拿出食品和饮料。我们边吃边唱圣诞歌。他还弹钢琴，我们跳舞玩游戏。时间晚了，我们和他道别。他感谢我们去他家，还把我的圣诞卡贴在冰箱上，并且说: “谢谢你小樱桃”。那天真有意思。

难忘的圣诞节
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.
我喜欢圣诞节，不仅因为礼物，还有节日的季节，更因为一切背后的感情。
现在是中国的冬天，然而，你可以看到很多人在圣诞购物狂欢。为什么人们在这么冷的天出去购物?外面很冷，有时甚至会有暴风雪。起初我不明白，但现在我明白了。
我认为重要的是思想。我们送礼物给我们深爱的家人，我们最好的朋友，那些关心我们和我们关心的人。我想，这就是爱的力量。在这个寒冷的季节里，可能会冷得刺骨，但我相信，当人们收到圣诞礼物时，会感到一阵温暖。俗话说“送比收好”，收到礼物的人会很高兴，送礼物的人也会很高兴。
我决定传播圣诞精神，通过给我的家人和朋友送圣诞礼物来表达我对他们的爱和关心。礼物不必太贵，心意才是最重要的。祝大家圣诞快乐幸福。

『贰』 关于圣诞节的英语小短文

关于圣诞节的英语小短文如下：

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.

『叁』 急求圣诞小学英语小短文

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』 求助一篇关于圣诞快乐的英文文章（适宜小学生阅读的)

圣诞节的早晨

Christmas Day in the Morning
编辑: admin | 作者: Pearl S. Buck | 发布日期: 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!