Dear room 13,
Lights twinkled at us as we blundered around the stalls. The smell of honey roasted almonds reached my nose, mixed with the scent of toffee apples. We bought 7 packets of Christmas biscuits from a stall selling the most delicious kinds: chocolate coated spice cakes, sugar glazed biscuits, and almond decorated ones. We came to a huge Christmas tree with a train going round it for little kids to ride on, and soon we reached a stall selling fairy lights and remembered that mum had asked us to buy one with fake candles. After a short discussion on the cellphone about how many candles should be on it we bought one. Grandpa then invited grandma and me to a ride on the Ferris wheel, but grandma didn’t want to. I did, though. Up we went, farther and farther. It got colder and windier the higher we went, but suddenly we went down again. The night air whipped my face and I saw the lights of the German Christmas market down below. I’m looking forward to being home in NZ again!
Yours truly,
Hanna Ott(er).
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