It was Christmas time - fell from the sky, the first heavy snow on the ground.
The sky was red, the angels bake cookies, which said at least before my mother.
I loved this season, the snow, the ice crystals which were characterized on the windows.
The clear, cold, starry night, the stove and the smell of biscuits, the holiday season.
Hardworking mother baked cookies. We helped with the children busy.
There were at this time nothing better than to outdo them and eat them.
Unfortunately they hid the mother in the closet in a box.
woe And, he came too close to someone, they grumbled, "No, No! They're for Christmas. "
We had to wait, it pretty much difficult for us. But only a few days then it was ready.
It remained mysterious. They wrapped the gifts, told us that Santa brought them.
We believed it.
One more day then it was ready. The tree was decorated so. Although many a ball broke but it was really fun. sleep
Once again, then it was time. We could not wait.
The next day we woke up as we thought the Christ child was already there.
But mother taught us, it would only tonight. Also still thought we should pass as time.
But then that's suddenly evening, we all rejoiced.
The special event - anthology
Published for the twenty-year anniversary of publishing Imke Hirsch
Frankfurt Literature Verlag GmbH
446 pages, softcover
€ 24.00 ;
ISBN 978-3-8372-0122-2
© Text Courtesy of Monika pupils Pressenet
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