I remembered it before the New Year. December, I’m still a kid, I’m sitting in the kitchen with my older brother and mother. Here the brother says:

Have you already written a letter to Santa?

I look at him with amazed eyes:

Meaning of letter? How to write? And what will be? Where to put it? And what? And how? And why? ...

Brother: Just write a letter to Santa Claus, put it under the pillow and indicate there what you want as a gift for the New Year!

I: And that is all? Can I write anything? Anything at all? Even a helicopter? ? to



Mother with her eyes open does not have time to put in the words and brother continues:

Yes, whatever it is! This is Santa!



I happily flew to write a letter, not even paying attention to the possible further fight of my mother with my brother))



And here is the New Year, I climb under the tree, and there are gel pins with glitters! I asked them! Three blades of silver! )) My happiness had no limits. At that moment, I really believed in miracles.



Years later, I met again with my mother. 30 December. Me, mother, brother and his son.

I get up from the chair and say:

The Noble! Have you written a letter to Santa Claus?

My brother’s face stretched out.

You can write anything! Whatever you want, I continue.



My brother was not as fortunate as my mother. The tribe wrote “iPhone”. He was about 6 years old then. But he eventually got a chocolate in the form of an iPhone and other toys. No more letters to Santa Claus. I’ve been writing four years since the first letter. I stopped when I found all my letters in my mom’s closet.



Morality: To believe in magic, consider the possibilities of bathi.

Once, as a twelve-year-old girl, she asked her father-in-law not to masturbate with me anymore. By rounding and increasing the size of my mother's eyes, I realized that I was rubbing some fierce wild. I had to admit that I heard on TV that masturbation is a bad habit. And bad habits are smoking, swinging on a chair and biting nails, the last eye was just doing it. I no longer use words whose meanings I do not fully understand.

I received a warning today.

The Employer is us (Yesterday):

We are all one family, if someone at work, or even at home, have any problems or difficulties - approach me boldly, as I can try to help. Just talk, just approach me. We are all in the same boat.

Colleagues - the employer (today at all):

Hi to you! How do you live?

Don’t make a family...

(K) – Then don’t advertise your small boat anymore.

Yes, the idea of making December 31st a non-working day is not bad, because on December 31st almost nobody works. But if the 31st is not working, then it will not work already on December 30.

There was in one Siberian city a remarkable theatrical actor and director, folk artist Boris Nikolaevich Kiselyov. He told a funny incident that happened to him in the 1970s, on the eve of the New Year.
The trade union committee instructed two artists in the image of Santa Claus and Snowmen to travel through the apartments of theater workers and congratulate the children with the coming New Year. It should have been done on December 31. Father Christmas was appointed Boris Kiselyov. It is understandable: the best candidate for the role of a good grandfather in the whole city cannot be found. A favorite of the public, ballagur-veselchak - a solid appearance, a chic voice. All would be nothing, but on the evening of the same day Boris Nikolaevich was to play the main role in the theatrical New Year's performance - and he was simply obliged to remain sober by that time. The artist perfectly understood that a hospitable Soviet man for nothing would release a expensive guest from his apartment without a traditional drink "on a pad". To refuse in such a situation was to offend the masters.
How to? The artist found a way out. On his chest under the de-Morozov costume he installed a large medical heater. He inserted a pipe into it, which ended out with a plastic wreath. This wreck Boris Nikolaevich fixed and hid under his beard - somewhere in the neck.
Congratulations to the children at home went according to plan. When Santa was offered a drink to the owner to say goodbye, he did not refuse, but pulled off his beard and carefully threw the contents into the wreath. Who saw where the alcohol actually went?
After the evening performance, before going home and greeting the New Year, the whole group of artists gathered for a short feast. This is where they got the baking soda. When its contents were poured into the dish, they saw that there was a liter of three pink, pleasantly smelly liquid. In taste, it was not bad.
Boris Kiselyov, recalling that working day, said: "And what is interesting, the alcoholic cocktail was enough for the whole group that gathered." And he added, “Imagine how the show would end if I had to drink all this alone.”
This happened more than forty years ago. Per today the ingenuity of the theatrical artist will help someone to meet another new year in a healthy mind and a solid memory.

I want the main tree of the country to hang on the main new year tree of the country.