Dear Father,
The college has now broken down for the Christmas two weeks and all bodys is bizzy buing the presents and sending forth the cards of wishes to the friends and family all threw the land.
The most poplar cards are the robin bird with the red bosom and with the clever three men on the camels. They is taking the dear presents to the little baby and in the sky is the moving star and they looks up and they goes after it and they arrives at the animals home. My eyes run with the tears because there was not the room at the hostel for the pregnated lady and her husband.
Christmas is the time for joy-singing and giving but no happiness on the faces I see every body looks worrid and I think it is the buying not from the heart but from the duty.
I go to the Trafalgar Square and there is thousands of peoples and there is a big big tree with the light twickling and it is the present from the peoples of Norway. I look at the faces and the mouths are singing but the eyes is not happy-looking. Then I see one little poor lady holding the hands with the childrens from the many countries, they were the black and the brown and the yellow and she is with smile singing. It was told me that she is a foster mother so there is the kind peoples in this country.
The English are the strangest peoples father.
Your devouted son,
Iziz
