A simple Christmar miracle

The spirit of Christmas came early for the students of the 12th grade, by the start of December the classroom had been adorned by a magnificent Christmas tree, alongside other festive decorations, capturing the notions last felt at the age where one still believed in Santa.

However, all was not in fact perfect; the sentiment of the approaching holiday could not reconcile with the stress of the upcoming county-level mock Baccalaureate Exam, this phenomenon had completely ruined everyone’s mood.

Christmas started feeling rather like an end to all that misery than a holiday, a light at the end of the tunnel. The increasing demand of work rarely let 12th graders actually feel as if Christmas had been approaching. Of course, like each year, they drew names in order to play Secret Santa.

And yet, something shifted the moment the little slips were drawn. Surprisingly, laughter broke out as students compared reactions, trying to guess who had picked who, though the rules strictly forbid such detective work. For a brief moment, the pressure of exams felt negligeble, and it was replaced by the childish excitement they had felt in the past.

From that day on, small hints of mystery appeared, like anonymously placed candies, a heartfelt note left on a desk, an ornament hanging from a backpack. Slowly, the 12th graders began feeling the spirit of Christmas again.

Görgényi Tamás   XII. H