Boston, Christmas is approaching. Everyone decorates the houses, the children hang their socks at the fireplace so that Santa Claus makes the gifts. Under the tree the children put a letter to Santa. My friend is an English woman, married to our friend.
A colleague with two children moved from home to condo. I called the newcomer.
I go to the bathroom, oh! Her characteristic red socks hang over the toilet.
I am a type of o_o, what are you doing?
xxx: She says, children after moving inspected a new place, the fireplace was not found, socks hanging nowhere, Santa Claus in the pipe did not go. There were tears and disturbance.
xxx: Well, she was not before she just broke up the boxes, sent the children to the daddy for explanations.
xxx: Papik - Russo programmatic, somewhat immoral, also did not evaporate and told the children that Santa Claus is not proud, can use ventilation or, at the bad end, the sewerage pipe, if the other did not turn.
XXX: This genius did not think about the windows doors.
Poor children went...and hung their socks around the toilet.
YYY: Poor children...
XXX: Give it up! Gathered a tree. Under the tree the children put a note to Santa Claus. In the note! The attention!
xxx: "Dear Santa Claus, forgive me, but we have a grid in the air. We really feel very sorry. So, if you still decide to go to us through the toilet, close our gifts in a package!!!and "