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Hi, Father Frost!

my first meeting with it took place when I was three years old. The father at work agreed that the daughter, that is me, will be come to be wished a Happy New Year, mother went behind a gift and bought wonderful scales. But on the road she decided that scales are some not really intellectual gift, and at father`s work will decide that she trains the daughter for work behind a counter therefore she bought also a glockenspiel. It is necessary to notice that the first gift was more correct as I really work in trade, however, behind a counter everything is I do not stand and whether here on a glockenspiel learned only a refrain from a song “In a garden, in the city“, and there is nothing, but this musical opus I can and now is talented execute!

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, the gift was bought and transferred to the arrived Father Frost in a corridor. And it (Father Frost) was brought in our room where there was a fir-tree and I waited for it - such all Snezhinochka - the Snow Maiden with clear blue eyes... To tell that the grandfather was drunk... Well, it was worse: The Snow Maiden and still some uncle established it more - less vertically, and he tried to tell something, missing a hand by a bag with my gift. I got to the father on handles and told that so far this uncle will not leave from here forever, I will not get down for anything!!!! By the way, already then it seemed to me quite strange why it at the grandfather in a bag only one gift - mine and what it will please other boys and girls with? Any more never to me Fathers Frost were invited...

our Second meeting with Ded had to be correspondence, but also it did not take place. Because someone was too curious. To it to “someone“ was years 7 or 8. Well, on the eve of New Year we played with my girlfriend Zhyulyettkaya in library. Game was that from huge, with glass doors of a bookcase we got books, filled in some “forms“ and issued these books in turn: it - me, and I - it. More visitors in our library were not expected. One form failed between a wall and a table, and I got to get it. There - that I also saw parcels - of course, we got them. There was a wonderful blue sundress and a beautiful green tumbler toy (I dreamed of such tumbler toy long ago, and as at my friends were red, I wanted exclusively green). Zhyulyettka was one year more senior and therefore looked at life more soberly. And she firmly told that it is, of course, my New Year`s gifts and us make a fool because no Father Frost is absent, and her father uncle Sasha changes clothes behind a door, and then sometimes congratulates all children on a landing. For some reason I awfully was upset. Heaviest it was joyful to me to smile when parents began to say to me that here Father Frost brought me under a fir-tree gifts, and I also did not notice how he left. So I ceased to trust in a miracle....

of Years twenty later I with my two-year-old daughter Natasha went to the subway. Natashka sat on sanochka, weather was the most New Year`s Eve and mood - excellent. We crossed the big waste ground when near houses the strange figure appeared. I as more quick-witted (well, all - I am more senior than Natashki), guessed that it is Father Frost. Of course, it went not on deer or there sledge, well where it would take them in Moscow? He walked, behind shoulders there was a huge bag. And in general, it was not “it“, but “she“ is an aunty in some very real dedmorozovy fur coat and a cap, and it had a gait the most dedmorozovy, and a staff in a hand. Natashka opened from surprise of companies, and I with an idiotic smile told it - “Hello!“ It (it is more faithful) told “hello“ by a melodious and gentle voice too, then got into a bag!!!! also got candy. The daughter everything was also stunned looking at her, took candy. And we went further. The mood became even better...

Few years later when the senior girlfriends told Natasha that we buy gifts and are put under a fir-tree by us, I reminded her that meeting. The daughter reflected. I very much wanted that she longer trusted in the fairy tale, the word of honor, in life so seldom there are miracles, and it still small... All - is a pity that the childhood comes to an end... And how you think, maybe, Father Frost everything is is?