Forced to wear this sweater? Because there, even if we will see Tata Monique sweater itches. It was always
Sappé like to go to Mass my parents took me to the wishes of the new year. Traditionally, we see going on around him: my grandparents, some uncles and aunts, then went to the next village to see the cousins and uncles and aunts of my grandparents, we never saw in the year and that stung when it came to embrace them. The latter, delighted to see us, posing as coffee or fart the sparkling, and spread out by the hour aperitif biscuits on the table - my favorite - or old biscuits from the war, guess which one. We stood there for minutes that seemed for ages, do not forget that after we pass from Uncle Gerard, booze addict, then Claude's cousin, who feels the pipe. We had fun with the dog, if not stuffed, when they were bored or simply. No Boy at the time. Just contemplating the clock ticking and haunting. We consoled still when one of them gave us gifts, ranging from chocolate coins to the real metal that would join their sisters at the bottom of the piggy bank ...
the evening, when we became impatient to return to play with the gifts of Father Christmas, people found themselves faced with the harsh reality: he stood greeting cards to do. Small cartons drawings winter, to complete the back of a small text to copy, without imitating the beautiful writing mom. Godfather, Godmother, so far, would be entitled to their small card the postman leaves a few days later. When you're a kid, a vow is meaningless, because it is done properly. When we age, attachment to people that is expanding alongside these wishes. I wish you all a happy new year 2010, and most importantly, excellent health!
Sappé like to go to Mass my parents took me to the wishes of the new year. Traditionally, we see going on around him: my grandparents, some uncles and aunts, then went to the next village to see the cousins and uncles and aunts of my grandparents, we never saw in the year and that stung when it came to embrace them. The latter, delighted to see us, posing as coffee or fart the sparkling, and spread out by the hour aperitif biscuits on the table - my favorite - or old biscuits from the war, guess which one. We stood there for minutes that seemed for ages, do not forget that after we pass from Uncle Gerard, booze addict, then Claude's cousin, who feels the pipe. We had fun with the dog, if not stuffed, when they were bored or simply. No Boy at the time. Just contemplating the clock ticking and haunting. We consoled still when one of them gave us gifts, ranging from chocolate coins to the real metal that would join their sisters at the bottom of the piggy bank ...
the evening, when we became impatient to return to play with the gifts of Father Christmas, people found themselves faced with the harsh reality: he stood greeting cards to do. Small cartons drawings winter, to complete the back of a small text to copy, without imitating the beautiful writing mom. Godfather, Godmother, so far, would be entitled to their small card the postman leaves a few days later. When you're a kid, a vow is meaningless, because it is done properly. When we age, attachment to people that is expanding alongside these wishes. I wish you all a happy new year 2010, and most importantly, excellent health!
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