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Today in the fight to the mother on the phone, I do not know is not the sound somewhat muffled, mother suddenly came the words: "and he did well. "I said:" well. "A kind of sad, he hung up the phone. My man is that don't care if all the days of man and never expect him to wife kids surprise that man, he said, such a thing. However, he remembered my mother-in-law's birthday — I'm not jealous of my mother-in-law, I very happy for her, she gave birth to a son so dutiful, if my son would like her son filial, of course, I hope that my son than his filial son in addition, there are more good. More good. And my bias is that kind of want to care about all day. So, to celebrate or is my birthday the day before, I would be nervous, I was afraid he would forget. In fact, he always forget, then, I am reminded of the discomfort, this year, they wouldn't even perfunctory perfunctory, so I was on my birthday a night before, cried, in fact, I understand him, really understand, I just can't convince myself, let yourself so willingly put life like stagnant water in General. To the end of this two months, he said something very brutal, I finally gave up on his all desire since then, this Christmas, I'm not nervous. But I still like these a festive, each expression compliments of the day, I took my son to go to feel the Christmas atmosphere, we at the supermarket in the hotel lobby at the hotel, squatted down together, for a long time to see who was decorated very beautiful Christmas Santa and reindeer. Son finally began sincerely believe in Santa Claus. Put down the mother's phone, and son, "tomorrow is Christmas!" his son would tilt his head: "the Santa Claus will give me a gift?" my answer: "be Ah. Santa Claus will give all kids a gift. But you have to think about, what you want to gift? you say so, hear Santa Claus. "Son looked around my house and began to say that, as a result, he said, our home has, for example: a small football, two balloons, a box of thread matching card, a box of sugar ... The seven-like. Points out, his son said, "MOM, I'm going this seven-like, seven samples will not be too much?" and I said: "well. Is a bit more. But don't you think these things you already have? "he said:" but I still want. "I'm inspired him:" why don't you consider asked Santa Claus points we have? "he shall wonder:" what thing is I didn't? "and I tip him:" for example, a transformers and a mask? "he shouted:" Oh. Yes. Then I'll have a transformers and a mask,? I have to. "I laugh and thought about it and said:" However, it looks like, Santa may tell you that he wants to give many children gifts, each child can only get one to two, if not, he does not fit in the Pocket. "Son immediately rebut I said:" then please send two trips to Santa Claus. "I had to say:" well. Then I'm afraid not. Lack of time. There are so many children. Christmas in only one day. "Son launched melancholy. I comforted him and said: "Father Christmas might want to pick up key for you. For example, the very large transformers and the very cool masks? "son hung, finally said:" that's okay. "I went to the kitchen. A moment came in with his son: "mother. I'm still not assured. I want to write a letter to Santa Claus and tell him that I wanted. "I listened to, suddenly it inexplicably been moved. I said: "well. Then how do you write? "son embarrassment said:" but I don't know how to write. Me, you write that? "and I said:" well. "I went to a sheet of A4 paper. My son began to say: "Santa Claus: Hello, my name is have afternoon lunch. I am now a three-year-old seven months. I want a transformers and a mask. Thank you. I wish you a Merry Christmas! have afternoon afternoon on December 24, 2009. "Letter to me he folded, son shouted said:" is too good. Mother. We find an envelope loaded up the letter. We'll send this letter to Santa Claus. " I watch him carefully put the letters into envelopes, start, then the letter to Santa Claus letter sent to the? best at first I thought, just scrawl than one address, and then let it casually throw away the postman. Such a thought, a little sad, final deliberation, only be sent to the address I'm afraid my family man. I have a call to him and asked him for more address units, I have to this address wrote hundreds of letters, but I can't remember the address at the time it would take away everything. Men wonder and ask me why you want to add, I say: "because my son to you wrote the letter. "Man confused:"? "by my side wise son now naively asked me:" MOM, you are called in to Santa Claus? "and I said:" Yes. "Man heard and smiled. Tell me a address, I asked him if the address to write, I write "Santa Claus (debt), he can note points and receive this letter, he said, I'm afraid not, tone sounds a bit impatient. I hung up the phone, so that the son had literacy: "well, Santa Claus, and even your father's name written on together, he can be received. "No doubt, his son said:" well. "So the envelope recipient column becomes:" Santa Claus had ** (debt), "son suddenly asked me," Mommy, Santa's phone number? "it really makes me embarrassed, I didn't count, fortunately this time son didn't cling to ask. My son is also recommended that you want to ascribe the column and then insert I and his name. I do when my son asked me, "Mommy, itSanta Claus from where came in to my gift? "and I thought, answer him:" Santa Claus is coming in from the chimneys drill a gift to the children, but we have no chimneys, Santa probably only from the balcony Windows came in. MOM will remember open Windows to let Santa Claus came in. "My son said:" my mother. I don't want to sleep tonight, I want to keep waiting for Santa Claus to come. "I laughed, and said:" it may not work. Santa Claus is asleep waiting children, children's dreams to present for the children. "My son had to say:" that's okay. " Waiting for us to start, the son and couldn't wait up:" mum, if Santa Claus in posting there waiting for us. "I laugh:" Hmmm. Santa Claus now finish the children letter hasn't started yet. " We finally set off, set off to post this letter to Santa. Drizzle outside, my son and I hand in hand, run, run into a Santa's fairy tale. When I sit in the car, and finally saw the dark green of the posting box, son cheers: "mum, I first saw this posting. MOM, we put the letters into the posting, is it?, "I am happy with him, I didn't have so many years so close to a green of posting, trance remember, years ago, the riding yellow bike girl, how each morning with a yearning heart knocked a letter full of yearning white letter to his love. Suddenly the blurry, see son toes solemnly put faith into posting, I think, how they forgot the camera cannot record the child in the back up before posting innocent face, and then try to stand on tiptoe of toe. Letter, son disturbed to ask me: "my mother. Santa Claus will get my letter? "and I said:" the will. "He also said:" Mummy, I want Santa to me be the first to give gifts. "I laugh:" good. "He asked again:" mum, I wake up tomorrow morning to see Santa Claus to my gift? "and I say:" of course is! ". Of course. Son. If you would like to believe. This world is really a Santa Claus. A so love your Santa Claus. Son. Merry Christmas. Everyone. Merry Christmas.