When I was growing up, Christmas was indeed a feast for me.
The atmosphere before, during open gifts, to play immediately.
More than a tradition, a ritual I would say that, when it vanished due to lack of toys, I was left as an empty heart.
Oh well, we grow.
How many times have I heard.
And that makes me think more.
reminds me of when I was little but not too much, say about 13 years or so.
remember those people who had always spoken phrases in the mouth, some of whom I had met in more "tender age" other unpublished.
"Oh sure, you and your friends in London, when you are age ... You have 13 years, then things change you know? "
" Harry Potter grow up? But no, you grow up, never enjoy. "
" The great do not get bored without the toys because they do not need it. "
" Of course I do not want a boy, 13 years, but a day will change everything. "
These things, if we had looked only a little 'more, I would put a bit of anxiety: /
is actually a bit', as is natural, there is was. I had to learn, even for this, trust me.
I love close your eyes, look back and see a grown person, more mature, which is fall and was raised and went forward, but, more importantly, has followed a line of life that has never betrayed either , left, with consistency.
Today I am a person who expects Christmas still with the same emotion
And thanks to you, you'll be reading, you're so important, Christmas back twice, or at least get the 23, and if it does not survive until 25 I do not care .
Maybe someone will judge him stupid, this way I still light for a surprise for the idea that someone I know and love me for who I am and that the evidence (and in many ways throughout the year) at Christmas with gifts just. It 's so child true?
At the end of 2010 I would put pen to paper.
I love the way I am, I love being a quasi-woman with a little heart 'as a child.
not that "children's Christmas was better looking," we who have lost the magic that made him such.
They lost. Not me.
I believed then and believe today, and always believe.
always believe in utopias such as love, friendship, genuine affection, dreams.
Thank you, mimicking me, to this day. For making me wait today with curiosity and smile. For giving me the thrill of your packages unwrapped chosen with great care. To the joy of what they contained and how I reflected. Thanks for the post-forgotten time when I was alone with my new game to fix and finish, as when I was little.
Thanks for reminding me with these objects, but today not only who I am and who I want to be, and what are the dreams embodied in my heart I want to achieve.
Thanks for all this and much more, thanks for the joy (maybe similar to mine) that I could read in your eyes and dropped the gifts I have chosen for you, thanks for all your smile and your happiness I came palpable soul.
Yes, "you at Christmas."
And when you believe in yourself and that special someone believes in you, "For Christmas Is You."
But the other day.
Ah, about that.
I chose my future practice, so I'm building everything, not alone, and a guy I do not miss.
I love Harry Potter, for 9 years.
And in July 2011 ... London awaits me and my best friend. Like eight years ago.
. Originally the group consisted of five boys: 
