Story of Christmas

Capitolo: Racconto di Natale.

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Small white flakes of snow, began to fall from the sky, the biting air and cold made them hard and heavy, the small garden in front of the house was already covered with them. The young Mark was looking out the window, waiting for Santa Claus, and all the glittering crystals shone in his eyes as magical butterflies that came down from heaven. He observed his swing attached to the oak tree. He remembered his joy in the hot sun with his mother which sitting outside continued to sew, while his father worked away in a foreign country because they had to pay that small house with that patch of garden, that, in summertime it shone in the sun. "Go to sleep Mark, Santa Claus doesn't come tonight, but in four days!" Said his mother. "I like to watch the snow, maybe i'll see his sleigh flying in the sky!" His mother smiled, while bent clothes said "You are good Mark, your sister sleeping already, It's ten ò clock, You are dressed with pajamas, You might get sick, the fire is shutting down..." Mark didn't answer. Shadows in the garden, he looked curious and awed, maybe a cat? Or ... [segue »]