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<\/p>\nNew Year has never passed with such a mysterious atmosphere as in childhood. And every new year we try to touch this childhood memory again, on our own or with the help of our little helpers;<\/p>\n
Lying, baby, with a sled.All wrapped up.And look at the black sky with stars. Are you thinking? It’s probably New Years soon.<\/p>\n
I asked Santa Claus for the game \u2018Driving\u2019. If he does, I won’t need anything else for the rest of my life. <\/p>\n
I will be happy forever. There is nothing left to wish for. Well, except for the winter salad, of course, and chocolates with the Olympic bear.<\/p>\n
And now the house is busy. parents put up a Christmas tree, mom is busy at the stove. \u2019Christmas tree, light up!\u2019 I pretend not to see my dad hiding the extension cord behind his back.<\/p>\n
Mom went on a business trip to the neighboring military town and \u2018got\u2019 mandarins there.Then I thought that \u2018getting\u2019literally means that he went up somewhere and got these tangerines from somewhere.<\/p>\n
Suddenly my father, looking out the window, says: Come, look.\u2019 I look through the black window, with double frames, between which salt is placed so that it does not fog up. <\/p>\n
It is dark outside the window, but of course I can see sleighs and horses. How can you not see when daddy sees them?<\/p>\n
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We go out to the common corridor. Dad forgot to open the window for Santa. He returned to the room alone, my mother and I are waiting for him. I think. <\/p>\n
\u2018It’s good that I remembered, otherwise Santa Claus would have entered the room. It’s scary to imagine.\u2019<\/p>\n
Opened, everything is fine. Waiting for the Wizard to arrive.After a couple of minutes, patience runs out, and I look through the keyhole. <\/p>\n
It is strange, the light in the room was on, but now it is dark.And in this twilight I see a piece of Christmas tree with twinkling lights, <\/p>\n
snow wrapped on branches, toys, part of the table and on the table … the corner of some big box and the inscription “For ru … \u2018 on it!<\/p>\n
The heart is about to pop out. You are shaking with fear, excitement and a feeling that can be called just \u2019Christmas magic\u2019. At night, when everything is possible.<\/p>\n
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25 years have passed and I already started to \u2018forget\u2019 to close the window. And this feeling of New Year’s miracle came with me through my son.<\/p>\n
I physically felt what he was going through, this whirlwind of childhood experiences.<\/p>\n
Almost 50 years have passed, and now I laughingly tell my grown-up son how I opened the windows and pulled presents from the crazy balcony under the Christmas tree, forgetting about the curious cat there who welcomed the New Year in the cold.<\/p>\n
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About how he trained in one minute to assemble a railroad track around a Christmas tree, how he attached a bengal to a locomotive pipe and the plastic pipe caught fire. <\/p>\n
An awful lot of black smoke poured out of it, smoking the entire room, along with the festive table, with the wild smell of burning plastic.<\/p>\n
Now it will be the son’s turn to \u2018forget\u2019 to open the window. And I will stand in the back like a drug addict and wait for these sparkling waves of New Year’s miracle to come from my grandchildren.<\/p>\n