Eve at grandfathers.

Eve at grandfathers.

We for many years in Christmas-eve morning pack to car of suitcase and go to grandmother Jasia to to spend holiday in team papa\'s family. They grandmother, grandfather, uncle, two aunts, cousin and cousins live in small town under Kielce.
Grandfathers\' house is small and old. It smells with dried apples, which of shakedown on stove. On Christmas-eve all come from different packages and little mugs. In noon they grandfather with uncle bring from forest large Christmas tree, and whole house begins smelling with forest. Grandmother unlocks large, old wardrobe, boxes in which are from decorations. It in kitchen begins smelling with poppy seed, mushrooms and cabbage. Grandfather goes out after hay which lie down under beautiful, white table-cloth. We get dressed all festally.
Near stoles Christmas-eve we fold me wishes, we eat Christmas-eve dishes then. It is tightly, but very merrily. We sing as usual traditional Polish carols, and unlock presents then and go on Christmas midnight mass. I adore this atmosphere.
It be please, that what year was can was happen. In the meanwhile always histories oneself something interesting. Like white winter, fluffy snow in garden and fluffy cat which purrs on grandmother\'s knees, and grandmother knows tales so much and tells it.