I'd love to go back to my childhood. Christmas could be lived differently, we could live its real magic.
I spent all day anxious to open the presents.
I loved having dinner with my cousins, my parents and my uncles and aunts.
I believed in Santa Claus, and every year I wrote a letter with the list of things I wanted to receive, and those presents appeared by magic. I was amazed. And after opening all the presents, I shared them with my cousins, and they shared theirs with me.
Now that I'm older, I no longer believe in Santa Claus, but I believe in the magic of Christmas.
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