Dear Marika and Ron

December morning

Our city powdered because it snowerd tonight.

And occasionally you can hear a faint sound of a bell.

Sometimes a white feather is found.

And today not everyone knows that angels lost them at your doors and gates.

Christmas decorations wind around lanterns.

In the morning air we can sence the scent of christmastree.

I stand in the field in the front of the city.

My bare feet leave marks in the fresh snow.

The wind takes a white feather with it…

It bring’s you hope and happyness.

 

We wish you

Merry christmas and a happy new year

1000 kisses and a lot of love

 

 

 

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