I doubted whether it was worth writing, but the story about the boy with the machine machine (best for 07.01.2010) forced.
He was standing before the New Year Santa, giving candy to the children.
A man approaches and swiftly whispers, "Brother, my daughter is coming now, will give you a letter. You are playing.”
I can ask, “Where is the letter then?”
“You will throw!”

Next, all the notes: "Here, daughter, the most real Santa Claus," I give candy, she handed me a letter, says "thank you", they turn and leave.
The letter remains with me. What to do? to open? to throw? Leave as a memory, unopened, in a frame?
What?

On the evening of the same day, a poll was conducted on the Internet, out of 55 respondents, 32 voted for the opening.
On New Year’s Eve, I opened it.
Eleanor of Voronezh asked Santa Claus of Murmansk for skates and a talking doll.
“And I very much want,” Eleanor writes in the biggest letters, “that my mommy may grow out.”

On the rights of Father Christmas I call on you all on Christmas day to wish Mother Eleonora health. The idea, as you know, is material, we must succeed.
07.01.2012 by