Twelve reindeer and a sled made of gold, runs into the night
an old, white beard and broken shoes.
On the shoulders has a lot patched
big, big, snow-bedraggled;
here and there some package
performs saucy
a red ribbon fluttering.
slips silently, like the wind,
if I close my eyes almost see it, feel it
go down in the courtyard, then into the house through the door
disclosed.
quiet tree shines in the darkness, approaching the good old
generous gifts and endless left with a big smile to all
children, good and beautiful, ugly and boys: tomorrow is Christmas!
BEST WISHES TO ALL !!!!!!!
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