When I was young, Christmas was a distant tale,
A magical time when dreams would set sail.
With kids of my own, it was gifts and delight,
Under the tree's glow, a magical night.
Cookies for Santa, and wishes so grand,
Hoping to catch him, in dreams we'd stand.
As they grew, a secret we'd keep,
"From your little sister," in whispers deep.
She sent her wishes to the north afar,
In letters of dreams, beneath a twinkling star.
As they grew to teens
Christmas become a childish thing.
"No more pretending, mom
Here is the list, plain and clear.”
“As you wish, my dear. “
Santa ‘s off shopping, your wishes to satisfy.
來湊個熱鬧! 祝大家節日快樂!
上幾張前年在德國的christmas market 的照片。
這些不是機械零件,而是巧克力?
熱紅酒,對我來說,捂手的功能重要過喝。