The mind does indeed unexpected paths. For example, I know that this will be a Christmas a bit 'so, without going into details, but my brain about three weeks you are clinging to the idea that if I can buy that furry red carpet fire I saw in a shop, I do not say this Christmas will be wonderful but a bit better. The red carpet is finished, what remains on display, everything calpestaticcio. Do with it just to get a new one from another branch, I tried to bribe the owner, the nephew of the owner, a colleague of mine who is a friend dell'omino going to do the work in the black in the shop proprietor. I'm waiting. If I could to get it, I know that maybe the kind of Christmas does not change in the brain but at least I see a Christmas-type. I will create entr'actes the spoils in the shape of that as things have gone this year are enough for me and I advance. Type I lie down and I can feel a little 'heat. Like, we would like to make dinner every day sitting on cushions in Indonesia also bought for the same purpose. Like, all the mothers that we have been engaged in big trouble to solve and imagine if you can ask them to think of us, children, adults cercafamiglia. So I feel a responsibility not to fall into anonymity colors and lights and even the beloved cold this holiday season, I think it's time to grow and become what I assume the task of preparing a hot Christmas them. Even if there will be. But in the meantime I'd like to offer the possibility not to miss a friendly place, put fail to find one somewhere else. I wish it was Christmas of my family, then that is the same as them, and because it is so, I wish it was interchangeable. I wish that Christmas is celebrated where you can, and not only because the mothers can not then it's worth it. Christmas can also be here. From us. What a life we \u200b\u200bare always hopeful and just waiting to see children in the eyes of a father who is not appreciate how much effort and love a mother can put in place to live a little moment of magic.
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