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That day came, and she entered the house!
Slim, beautiful, just good!
The entire in jewelry, here beads, and pendants!
She stood at the window and closed the curtains,
And sparkled with unearthly beauty!
The whole family has lost its peace here,
All day long, then roasts, then stews in wine,
Il cuts the proverbial Olivier!
All in a hurry, but what about her?
He stands quietly by the window.
Everything! The table is set! And all behind it sit!
And on the table!... There are mushrooms over there,
Shaking, shining sides with a glaze,
Cucumbers until lie in alone,
A tear bottle comes in the silence!
And in the center of the regally, all the same Olivier!
And on the screen holiday is full
One star sings about something to us.
And Affairs their all, summing up,
We spend the Old year on the threshold.
Then a little more, but for success,
And let him visit, for sure, not all,
But even without finishing, but starting,
Success has already known some.
Now a little more, to your health,
And the children... We only raised a toast,
As he entered the house, scratching his nose,
Handsome statuesque! This is Santa Claus!
And off it went! Poems, and, loudly, songs,
(Let none of them know, though you crack),
Then riddles, contests, charades,
Activity such already not are happy...
Frost on this day did not save,
He raised a toast to us many times...
And in this, so exciting moment,
The star was suddenly replaced on the screen by the President!
He said that the year was so good,
What that you for an example in it will not take,
Everywhere there was rapid growth for sure...
A hand reaches for the champagne,
So that when the Clock strikes the deadline,
Would the cork with foam in the ceiling,
And in the coming we will sing, for sure,
Still the same, slightly dented, star,
And again the noise, the fun at the table,
Firecrackers are bursting somewhere outside the window...
When you're with screen, then, go star,
On time only, alas not forever,
Amid the mess and ruin on the table,
Glistening, only the eternal Olivier will remain,
She'll look out the window,
Will she think why she came here?...
And so many, every New year
Under Olivier and the Christmas tree goes.