is ugly say, but sometimes we do not want it to be Christmas. Why do we get there in a hurry, suddenly, there seems to be just over the summer, we realized even autumn. Christmas comes creeping in, even without that expectation that once characterized it instead. Of course, we were kids, but then was only yesterday ... or so. Or so it seems. Christmas too crowded with things that the applicant does not have much to do, but this is now a commonplace that it is fashionable again in contrast with the current climate. But come, and suddenly we feel compelled to enter into the atmosphere. And maybe go to confront the spirits with Dickensian past with the future, and compare them with negative the present one. Each year this way. Then you just have to hope that everyone can find their own sense of Christmas in the current situation of each, maybe finding a moment of reflection, rest and peace. Utopias, perhaps. But at least the impression conserviamone. And we try to keep them for as long as possible ... Merry Christmas. What may still surprise us and that we can still afford to do so. Tonight, turn off any unnecessary light: who knows that you can not see some stars ...
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