& nbsp; are You still alive, my old bearded man? I'm alive, too. Hello, Hello! What if the elk didn't Gore you, if I didn't kick back my Shoe? I know we're tied to you
faith in miracles almost seriously. I'm sorry that grown-up fate for a long time I met a frost.
& nbsp; I Remember a long time ago when a boy was waiting For what you would bring as a gift. Not enough of my mother's salary for even a trifle. Dad was an electrician. We made a snowman with it, and instead of eyes we put lamps, and a switch-instead of a nose, ears-plexiglass. How my mother laughed! And the new year's gift was her laughter to us. And no fireworks are very bright and happy was the old snow... Mandarin (from a vitamin deficiency!)got on a holiday not always. I stopped believing in Santa Claus,
growing up, for years to come.
But now that I have become a grandfather myself, and have the right to be senile, I write to you after my grandson, feeling strangely enthusiastic. The grandson has a thousand toys. Poor boy, what would he want-that he would be gentle and obedient, would his father and mother be in harmony? It doesn't dawn for a long time, and the rain is pounding on the window sash. The lights do not smell of pine needles Christmas tree. It's snowing on TV…
I ask, my wonderful colleague, from the magic long ago that gave bring us snow in your bags, give us family joy. Past century and let beushny,
but proven over many, many years. Let it flow over your hut
that evening's untold light.