Every year my family and I used to spend time together in my country in December. My aunts, my mother, and my grandmother made a special Christmas food called hallacas. They are like big tamales, but with a lot of meat inside and made with much love. We danced and sang a traditional kind of music called Gaitas. The Venezuelan Gaita is traditional music, but I liked it because the words were really beautiful, about how Christmas was before and everything about families.
We used a lot of fireworks, and the sky was very colorful. Children were very excited because of “El Niño Jesus” – we don’t have Santa Claus in Venezuela. Children waited patiently for many days until December 25th to receive their gifts. They received those presents under the Christmas tree. I miss those moments a lot because they were beautiful, and I want to repeat them.