Once, my cousin and I had a real New Year.

Somewhere in Peter’s backyard, on the eve of the New Year... Our mothers wavered in the kitchen, and Lenka and I wanted a holiday. I then studied in the university, worked as a tutor, there was little money, but I was already working. I offered to buy candy and mandarins and stick gifts, as was previously issued on the Yelke. Well, with this wealth to get around my kids, those I taught English.

They went to the store and to the market. I remember that my money was not enough, and Lenka dropped on mandarin, like saved from school lunches, he was still small... I remember that he asked for gift packaging bags in the market from a candy seller. The money was in the hook, we all dropped down to a penny for candy. The bags were needed, I was embarrassed to ask, and Lenka could. He was very proud of his prey. He was shaken by pride.

In front of our eyes still stands the picture of how we have all our wealth beautifully disposed on the couch: candy of different sizes and varieties, in brilliant fantasy. Then we packed it all equally in bags and wrapped it in colored paper. When the paper was finished, the posters with Leonardo DiCaprio went to work. That was the end of my love for Titanic.

Mothers found us surrounded by our bags, mandarins, sweets, and said it was stupid to give out so much delicious. They suggested that sweets could be put on the table. Silently, with our eyes, we showed the abyss that divided us – we had a celebration, and they had an olive.

Then we were three, and a little boy from my house came in behind us, walked around all the children and congratulated us. No one was waiting for us, we were all happy. We walked the snowy streets from house to house as drunk, feeling like Santa Claus and singing Jingle Bells out loud. I don't remember why it was Jingle Bells, we only knew three or four lines. This is the only song we sang many times in a row.

At the end, there was one gift left... on the street, 3 hours before the New Year, some dad dragged his son home on his saucers. We caught them, asked if his son believed in Santa Claus – and when we received a positive answer, we gave the last gift. We returned home happy.