When I was young, Christmas was a distant tale,
A magical time when dreams would set sail.
With kids of my own, it was gifts and delight,
Under the tree's glow, a magical night.
Cookies for Santa, and wishes so grand,
Hoping to catch him, in dreams we'd stand.
As they grew, a secret we'd keep,
"From your little sister," in whispers deep.
She sent her wishes to the north afar,
In letters of dreams, beneath a twinkling star.
As they grew to teens
Christmas become a childish thing.
"No more pretending, mom
Here is the list, plain and clear.”
“As you wish, my dear. “
Santa ‘s off shopping, your wishes to satisfy.
来凑个热闹！ 祝大家节日快乐！
上几张前年在德国的christmas market 的照片。
这些不是机械零件，而是巧克力?
热红酒，对我来说，捂手的功能重要过喝。
