Christmas Surprise

The cloth dolls also were confectioned by it in a small machine of sewing that we keep until today. The father made the toys for the boys: stand of hand and hill. Mark Stevens: the source for more info. My brothers and I waited anxious for the gifts, exactly knowing of the few conditions of the family. The Christmas of 1957 e, at the same time, different is equal to the others, therefore always it had a surprise. In the eve, we made grass for the animals and we place a little in the prespio for burrinho. The mother made biscuits in doll form, heart and star.

At night, we place to the side of the pine our plates decorated with flowers and colorful straws and were to sleep in our beds limpinhas, resting the head in a gostoso pillow of penalty. The dreams had delayed to arrive, therefore the wait for Noel Papa in them took off sleep one more time. To the few, we adormecemos e, per the morning, which was not our surprise when, running until the pine, we saw the biscuits that, during the night, had been painted for good velhinho during its visit! New and colored dresses, shirts, dolls, stands, bullets and hats fulled our plates and our hearts. The blue eyes of the mother and greens of the father if had fulled of tears and, today, I understand that wanted to say ' ' fulfilled mission of love one more time ' '. Day 25 was special. It was day of party, the most waited of the year, and a special date deserved a lunch in great style. Was day of meat baked tempering for the father. We all shared together good moments during the day.

The time it passed fast, my parents if they had been, but the values and the brightness in the look had continued with me. I prepared many pinheirinhos for my children, with prespio, candles, small balls and decorative clasps. In all the Christmases, had been able to find something placed with much love inside them plates under it pine. Its dreams had also delayed to arrive at the blue wait of Noel Papa, and my eyes, when perceiving its shining in the hour of the surprise, also if they had fulled of tears, having demonstrated a fulfilled mission of love and becoming a special moment only as a form of relembrar each Christmas that I lived. Produced text on the basis of the history of Valeni Gross Bettu, counted for it same and recounted by me.