クリスマスはきれな休日。この祝日は１２月２５日です。
時々、ニューヨークで雪があります。クリスマスはクライストの短所美です。
アメリカは人と家族でいわいます。でも日本、恋人と人で祝います。
こいびとがいません。
Eｒgo: 俺はげんきよ！日本がいません！！
I think my favorite Christmas memory was about two years ago (or this was last year and I'm going senile in my old age). It was early Christmas morning, and my mother had already established she wasn't giving gifts that year.
(We received the emotionless gift of obligatory cash).
I was awake in the early hours, along with my mother who had asked me to take out the trash. Clad only in pajamas and no shoes, leaving the warm confines of home, I quickly tiptoed through the front yard to deposit the bag. As soon as I replaced the lid, I heard a clicking noise. My mother had locked me out the house.
That year, the weather was like:
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| And if it wasn't it certainly felt that way |
I rushed to the door, to find my mother laughing at me on the other side. Of course, she let me in...
It was quite the bonding moment.
~Ari-kun
P.S: The title of this post is from Neil Giaman's Smoke & Mirrors (a short story collection). It's quite the... cryptic view of Christmas, but, I was raised in a way that said Santa Clause did not exist. (But somehow, the Tooth Fairy did...)
