Christmas time. The ultimate step towards pretty good, but not good enough to be stamped
on a postal card. Nonsense advocacy or better said just an illusion cocktail made
of French recipes mixed totally wrong with some heart-pain killers from all the
letters from the basement of Santa. Laponia. Conclusion of a very proud and anonymous
Christmas spent three weeks in advance..adding all the bourgeois fairytales from commercial advertising and old black
& white movies. Don’t you just love them? But it is not what we all do? In
process, spoiled atmosphere in our homes and hearts, secondly for what we
hanker mostly. Just like a cat I follow my instincts and specifically look for
fresh and enthusiastic warm...in everything. I only know what I
know.
Valuable
lessons come to life as time goes by and make us fearless:
1.The favorite line is yet to be written. Signed: Master in
the Art of No Kiss under the mistletoe.
2. I’ll stand by you
still seems the most reliable music said gadget to pursue, surpassing any
carol.
3. Not to say that only true unspoiled feelings are the one
who made Christmas to be treated so seriously.
4.The best Christmas present is the next one.
5. Half lived wishes pursue us with the same intensity we pursued them. 6. Dear Santa, find and let me unwrap the perfect cuddle...
