I remember the old times, when I was 7, one night before the Christmas Eve, my family was preparing for Christmas, a joyful and wonderful time of the year. Everybody was doing something around the house: cooking, working at our Christmas tree, dancing around everybody else on Christmas carols. But I was looking out the window and thinking: "Woah, look at that star! Woah, look at those beautiful arrangements of bright stars!", when a falling star showed on the sky. I remember wishing for me to meet Santa. So, I closed my eyes, and then I woke up in Santa's workshop, where all the elves were just running around preparing for tomorrow night. I went to a big room that led me to Santa's office. I saw him. He was there, and I was there. It was incredible. Then he told me: "Oh, little boy! What do you want for Christmas? Love in family? Presents? Whish for anything that you want! Take your time, and we'll meet on tomorrow night! For now, I can say... Goodnight!". So I woke up in my bed, and I was so happy to see Santa next night again, that I immediately slept. The next day, I woke up at 10 o'clock in the night. I went down the stairs and I saw Santa talk to my little cousin. Then, he said hello to me and told me: "Remember last night?". From then I really believed that Santa existed, and since now, I still think of that magical night where I met an elf and I stole his little hat.
Sper ca am fost de folos!
