Nits dark winter closed .
Streets empty , noise of elected .
Lands and frozen trees of cold
lights flashing Christmas.
Nights invite to take refuge
And move home close to your
Recalling Christmas learned of grandparents
illuminated for tree the corner .
dinner together around the table
decorated with festive meals
For see: wines and champagnes several
brought home for occasion .
In buffet there see nougat wafers and
Sweet wines And many fruits dry
Of that eat the Tió
To be the illusion of brats
Tonight it big they Mass .
We always have fact , in the Gall
will return later and this
the children to sleep well time
Maybe to morning to Tió find things
of full and tip which is can be "shit "
Without it encourage
And leave something waiting lunch.
Son black night closed Christmas
They invite us to record
And to think heart in those
for some reason already not there are
The my prayer dumb
For those I estimated
that I keep well inside
The my record month precious
And tomorrow Christmas Day will
lunch soup pasta shells
Beef pot roast and some
and the guy "shit" desserts.
Riatlles, songs and jokes
And while the kids play and laugh
We on coffee-table
I finish all good tips.
And when a hug
We say goodbye until next year
eagerly await the reunion
I promise to bring us be.
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