


*blop blop* <-- ceci était le bruit de mon coeur qui vient de fondre tel un marshmallow passé au barbecue.The moment when I understood there is an amazing man who visits children all over the world and gives them presents was mysterious and magical for me. I remember making sure that my list had been sent weeks before, that Santa had food, and of course, a drink for all those tired reindeer. I even remember the feel of my warm pajamas after my bath. Sleeping was such a problem that night, but eventually I did, and, oh, when I woke! I loved the biscuit with the bite taken out of it, and Santa?s reply saying that he hoped I?d enjoyed the presents and that he hadn?t forgotten anything ? and he hadn?t! That was what was so miraculous. He knew everything ? even things I had mentioned months ago but had forgotten. Now I?m a little older, but I still believe in the spirit of that man who dashes all over the world making children smile on Christmas morning.

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