At the age of five, I learned from neighbors who were friends with my parents that Santa Claus, it turns out, if you put a valley under the tree, will put there a gift, the best you never even dreamed of. I put in the evening after such news quietly my valley, so that no one could see - suddenly Santa was frightened, and with anticipation began to wait for the gift from the morning. I wanted chocolate (I was an unpretentious child, and the times of my childhood were hard not only for me, but for the whole country). In the morning, the most terrible disappointment happened - there was no gift: I was crying, worried. I was comforted by the angry (just forgotten) parents, arguing about what was happening with the fact that the gift from DM just didn't get into my valley, because it is very small, and they offered to put the dad: the biggest, whatever fits, only wish. Faith in Santa Claus was restored, the plan of activities worked out: pulled the papa's valley under the tree and went to bed. In the morning a surprise awaited me: in the valley was lying a stunning labyrinth in a beautiful transparent envelope with a batch. His wings and clutches were incredibly thin and accurate, as if the replica had been reduced from the original. The swan was ready to fly away from my hands and at the same time so beautiful that I was eager to eat it, but my parents persuaded me. It was crazyly delicious, it is one of the brightest memories of my childhood. I always thought that my parents found money for this gift, unique and expensive at the time: it was hard, sometimes there was no enough bread from the salary, because the harsh 90s ruled in the courtyard. I remained in this ignorance until today (I am almost 31 years old): it turns out, my dad all night after my childhood tears glued this swallow by hand from sugar, removing the circular beauty of the wings from the syrup melted on gas. Until now, he doesn’t think of this act as something special, and I have tears of grief and gratitude for my happy childhood memories. Thank you Dad!