To belong to Christmas. _ Drors _ Sina Blog

Christmas. Is a beautiful holiday. I like it. Like Christmas. Not only because of its romantic atmosphere, also because I like Christmas time for several consecutive years of the white snow cover. Snow. White is pure. Also beautiful Holy. Like Christmas, but also due to snow. A few years ago that a registration, the world is one of the white snow, but at that time, Christmas was coming would quietly. At that time, I almost never listened at Christmas night, even on Christmas night in other beautiful scenery. That day, coincidentally bus passing by the city's busiest intersection, as a result, shizi is bustling and lively eyes to the crazed eyes. So sidetracked underground car. Join the boisterous crowd. The corner, many small traders. Some selling some Christmas cute mask or toys and the like, all of these goods, and even some whimsical close to exaggeration. There are some vendors crowded in the roadside buy buy fruit cane buy stinky tofu ... Mouth constantly shouting at ... Not necessarily someone to buy their food, but they face still full of laughter, perhaps because of Christmas. Those who sell balloon operators are always the most busy and their assorted balloons are selling fast. I also like in this exciting and romantic Christmas night to buy some balloons, and then hold in your hand, but the best, most loving creature forever. Christmas. This is a Festival of belonging to a lover. At this time, like a story. Said that the two women chat. Arrangements on Christmas. One said. Christmas night to boyfriend accompany spent together, shopping or shopping, then, is a crazy fun. Another said. Very boring, really not interesting. Because love, don't want to go anywhere, even if that Christmas night, very beautiful, very beautiful, she is also incredibly sad. The second woman, after the hearing, it makes life a lot of sentimental. Perhaps, perhaps, Christmas really belong to lovers of the Festival. However, we are not to be left out his own, why it's snowing in repeated lonely we own mood? is it, love heart enough pain? even though. Even so good night, alone, we always want to skip a song belongs to our own beautiful dance. We can completely let myself laughing. Or. We just one person to the Mall, look at some fun stuff, and then, with a large share of the passenger, go, you can walk aimlessly is, as long as we wish, as long as our own happiness. Christmas night, random number, license number, if not excessive, we are happy. Happy happy are one thing. Of course, this happiness, this kind of thing only we know. We can manipulate his nerve to make ourselves happy and with 100% perfect. We can on Christmas night, as the most beautiful costumes; then, to our own point most beautiful candles; and then, as we take the most good music; and then, for our own open most aromatic red wine ... Even if, even in our side, he is not another, we also do not alone, we still want to laugh. Finally, we get up with the joyful music, skip a song only our own dance. Although, this dance. Just listen. However. We can make it skip to the best. Finally, I would like to, we can provide our own applause. Cheers for ourselves. Own happy just their own. In this Christmas, snow, night is very beautiful snow white. We do always elegant, never alone. Like. Like Christmas in a registration, and then, like in such a registration, a person to enjoy the splendor of the self in the world. To belong to Christmas.