uh ... I hate Christmas, I've always hated. Well, I have nothing against the party or against the people who celebrate it ... but I hate these crowds, this shopping mania, this gift pack and what to think of the strain sonstewasalles people so nervous about my ... I ... I have no words. I'm glad it's all over. Very happy. But New Year is yet to come, and I fear that my nerves can not stand it anymore, although new year for me about the significance of Christmas as German nationals. We celebrate Christmas in Russia not only New Year's Eve. And I, as a follower of a pagan religion have celebrated the winter solstice.
But anyway, slowly reached to celebrate. I on Friday had an eating orgy of such an extent that I now believe to be allowed to eat for my whole life to work off the calories. Although I am not particularly interested. The image with the water dragon is ready, unfortunately I have no scanner. And that's more than manure.
Deira opens the window, stretched out her head and sneezes, as it has fallen into a snowflake nostril. She shakes her head, makes the window again, sits down at the table and opens her diary to write a few lines.
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