A favorite toy, from primary school to now, my toys can be said to be numerous and varied. Many toys have long been forgotten by me, but there are also a dozen toys left behind. ?

Among them, the oldest elder is my Christmas gift-lamp. It has been with me for seven years, but it has been sleeping for three years. My story with it also began on Christmas Eve seven years ago: at that time, I was just a lovely girl who was ignorant, and I believed in the existence of Santa Claus, so I shouted to the outside: "Santa Claus, I am very good, and I want the most beautiful lantern in the world." ?

That night, I went to bed early in order to let my grandfather give me a Christmas present earlier. I can't remember how long it took, except that I stayed up to see Santa Claus. Hearing the footsteps of "Santa Claus", I was excited and nervous, squinting. It took me by surprise. It turned out to be my dad. Look at my dad. He put a big box on the table and left quietly. I cried, not because I was moved, but because I was angry. Why did my parents lie to me like this?

The next morning, I got up very late, and I was listless after getting up, thinking about the "Santa Claus" last night. Mother told me to open the present, and I opened it: what a beautiful lamp, and other things have already been forgotten. The lid and base of the lamp are pink and beautiful, and there is a transparent empty cylinder in the middle, inside which is a hut that only Thumbelina who appears in fairy tales can live. When the switch is turned on, the light will come on, and the white balls inside will fly all over the sky, which is very beautiful. Press the button again and Christmas songs will sound.

I took it out to play that night. Beautiful songs and beautiful pictures attract many children. I just heard "how beautiful!" "Dad, I want it too!" "Beautiful!" I am so happy. Looking at their envious eyes, I seem to be above.