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Santa Claus last night. We know it is the long awaited day, the gifts are under the tree. And it's not because we had to go to bed early we have not heard in a dream, the bells of Tintilla his sleigh. For us, Santa does not pass through the chimney: the coal stove pulls with all his fire, he would burn the bottom! No, it certainly goes through the door, impossible to know. And no matter, this morning, waiting for the toys under the tree, and we are already awake: he is barely 6 am, parents are still asleep, but my brother and I are only waiting to find out what the big bearded man has given us.

Moreover, it prepares a plan: to see how many packets, perhaps even steal one, just to satisfy our thirst for curiosity! It's not right, but not to wait any longer ... I send my brother to scout ... Courageous but not foolhardy, it's much easier to delegate. He moves in darkness, lit the Christmas tree for a moment not blinking. And he comes back quickly, the light of the parents' room just light up! The coward!

For them too, the day promises to be stressful. They have a family meal to prepare, we receive this afternoon. And prohibition for them to miss this moment when we, their children, unwrap the gift packages they have done for us. It seems that the joy of a child's own, Christmas Day, bless. With a bit of recognition that year, aware that the Bearded should remain in the real heart of my little brother, I unwrapped my gifts patiently ...

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The Christmas period is conducive to the memories. The cold swept the plains around the village, and we went at night barely dropped at Christmas the company where my mother worked. For the occasion, the EC had reserved the ballroom at the faded plaster which had seen many events, and we commit ourselves, my brother and me in the middle of an alley lined with improvised chairs unfolded. There, sit with strangers and their families came to hear speeches and attend a laborious kind of a parade of thanks. We did not care a bit impatient, because tonight, Santa had to go! Yet we were far from the December 25, but none of us asked the question. We would see man in red.

A click was heard behind us. Airflow announcing that the door of the stage, in front, parted. A face, craggy and covered with a long white beard appeared. It was not Osama, but his cousin Northern Christmas. We did not have the balls, and courageously, each child was advancing toward him as he settled into a chair, facing us.
Like every year, we sat on his lap, he looked at us with a look drunk, and we whispered in his ear the perfect gift list. Then we handed an orange, a character chocolate and a toy for younger children. This time, it will be a truck.
The happy face, beaming, still dreaming, we joined the parents sitting in the back, show tarnished by the pillars of counters that were there for a beer, gasoline my future desires ;-) The EC had this Christmas something special, which is reborn each year as Christmas approaches. Childhood memories ...

Strangely, I think it was during one of these ceremonies, perhaps the last before my mother changes company that I knew instinctively that the Santa we saw there was not true ... That's true, finally, was perhaps a myth.

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Snowing. I watch it slowly fall, warm inside. I think now those who are cold, out there, those returning from work by car, stuck, who do nothing to two meters. The big flakes when you are adults, sometimes bring more fear than comfort. The cup on the table cold. I catch him, shaking my hands around as if to absorb the waste heat, and I remember that snow, it was magical.

It awakens in me memories childhood, the ones where Mom came to wake us up, my brother and I, telling us that everything outside was white. They rose so quickly to look out the window. I wonder why my mother has not done more often, even June easier to get us out from under the duvet! We do not pose a question about the chemistry of a snowflake, the snow was there, it was magical. We go to school or not, should not be long before a battle begins to snowball. Unlike kids today, we had fun simple things and, no, we do not put gravel in the snowball. We climbed into the patch of grass behind the house or school, to create a snowman. Two balls. It's a male. Pebbles for eyes, a carrot for ... nose. And he remained there until spring, watching us play.

We went out and bikes are left, somehow, to the parking lot in front to leave a deep mark and make blunders. The kind of stuff, adults, is still at the bottom of the toilet ... The town had turned out small to large blisters along Main Street was carrying party. One where we just knew. And the Christmas spirit was there.

I watch the snow fall. I remember the good times. I'm an adult. and nostalgic .

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The desert of thirst

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That's it, I'm back in the paradise of my childhood. The tree is made, it smells like Christmas food in the house, my 19 Christmas cards are mailed and NICE GIFT plays on television. I say thank you so much for Tele-Quebec for this wonderful tradition that goes back directly to each child. My favorite: The Balade of Dalton and Dalton beautiful song in the desert of thirst. Yes, tonight I am a child!

To continue in the vein of fun, there is only one week before the holidays! I'll have two weeks just for me. Two weeks of fun, especially pampered and relax me. It'll be so good. I planned to go for a trip to the spa with Mr. Paschum and visit friends in Montreal. Christmas and Holiday Cheers!

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