Quiet silent night...

My Waussie,

Just happen again a silent longing for the past. Everything quickly lost in time. Children almost flown. Fled for a moment the reality in the memories of the past, preserved as a precious treasure. Similarly, the cozy holidays, I will remember, so often as I can. Once a year it can unashamed. Once a year it was permitted. For fun with lots of bells and whistles, counting sparkling lights. Once a year should be it kitschy, one may sing high and false, loud or silently.

Of Infant small, allowed a silver tree with lights, create some kind of peace for a moment in our hearts. Once a year I lay me down to it rampant ever more, the jingle bell bogus taste, and made in China fake. As the sweet smells announce Christmas on events, in which we superfluous shopping and buying. For all the pious good people, we always gave the best wishes. Once a year isn't too much for me, I have more than my share.

Bells sound in the night, and the snow lay just another white blanket as if it were fur. But Imagine it is December night. And he sits by the crackling warmth of the fireplace. and he write her a small Christmas card. Yes, that is a December night. Even though she is now even far from here. But when 't is Christmas, he hopes that she will stand beside him. He sends her a little Christmas card, and hopes it comes quickly to her.

When she will reads the little Christmas card, knowing that she knows how much he cares about her. Even though you are disconsolate and alone. Then know when the candles are lit, he will stand to the door of your heart and give you his little Christmas card, by hitting your heart. In which he says how much he loves her, he sends her a little Christmas card, and says ...., Merry Christmas my dear .... But even without Christmas card she knew it ... .. So, Merry Christmas dear. Wherever you are,

My Waussie, xxx