Gregor Schlierenzauer

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"December 2nd, 2015" Gregor wrote on top of his notebook. 

He had no idea what to write about in his diary. Maybe he was too tired of training. Gregor looked out on his window of his hotel room. It was snowing like usual. The wind didn't blow like it did in Kuusamo last week. Mr. Wind had totally ruined that competition. Luckily, he wasn't there  but Gregor felt sorry for those who were there. Especially  for Andreas Kofler. Andi almost had in the air. Gregor almost screamed in front of the TV.

Today was a bit different. Everyone was there and talking about Christmas. Gregor didn't think about it yet. Everyone was excited about it and talked what they will buy for their family members. Gregor just realised that it's almost here and he hadn't thought about before. 

"Chirstmas is almost here." he wrote in his diary. "I swear I haven't thought of the gifts yet."

Then Gregor started thinking and thinking. His pen started running. He wrote about a page or so and went to the room of Michael and Stefan.

"Ah, there you are Gregor!" Andi exclaimed. "I thought that you never join us."

Gregor nooded. They started playing with cards. Gregor didn't join them. He grabbed his coat and walked out oof the hotel and started walking. A lot of memories came through his mind. Ones with Morgi, ones with his girlfriend Sandra or ones with his partners and siblings.

As he thought of them, everything he wanted to write in his I came into his mind. He ran back to his room and he started writing. He wrote which was painful at first now it was a blessing. He filled his lines with love, caring and understanding. Not only for his family but also for his colleagues. He understood the meaning of Christmas. At end of his writing, he wrote a quote:

"Christmas is the spirit of giving without a thought of getting. It is happiness because we see joy in people. It is forgetting self and finding time for others. It is discarding the meaningless and stressing the true values. /Thomas S. Monson/"


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