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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