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Letter from Santa Claus to a child

Every Christmas millions of children write a letter to Santa Claus asking for presents and gifts in exchange for a promise to be good and obey their parents.

Instead what I'm about to tell you the story of a boy named Alexander, who in five years received nothing less than a letter from Santa Claus himself!
It was Christmas Eve and like all Christmas Eve, after returning home from the usual dinner with my grandparents, Alexander was very excited about the imminent arrival of Santa Claus. So went to sit on the couch in the room with every intention not to go to sleep until it arrives.
fact for the whole week before Alessandro had thought of a plan to surprise Santa Claus and delivered the gifts. No child had ever seen and he would be the first.
So the dark lit only by the flashing lights of the tree and the crib Alessandro sat patiently waiting.

His father John, all the fathers as being very clever and cunning, he had already figured out the intentions of the child, so she sat next to him saying: "But Alex, everybody knows that if you do not go to sleep Father Christmas does not can get, "and, knowing the reaction it would have little to this sentence, he added," but if you want, I have the solution "
excitedly jumped upon the child to his father and two eyes caused brisk nod safe now could be the first child would have seen Santa Claus.
"Then tonight," she said Papa Gianni "pretend to sleep here on the couch. But you have to be very good and needs to look like you're sleeping. If there is no Santa Claus falls and is not to bring gifts. And you want them gifts, right? "
" are many many, many, "said Alessandro
" Then while you are there pretending to sleep as soon as you hear the noise you'll pull up and hugged him. And you'll see how it will be happy. Why just the other day I read in the newspaper that this year Santa is very sad. "
" Why? " Alexander asked all intrigued
"Because you know that for many many years, brings gifts to good children but since they can get into a home only if the children are in bed to sleep, he, in all these years, she has never seen one from the truth. And he'd rather see him so much! "
" Really? And me, making me see, I'll make you happy? "
" Yes "Dad nodded Gianni" to make him happy but you're also ready to take the risk that is not and does not bring you presents because you realize you're not really sleeping? "
" Yeah sure. And then you'll not notice anything! "
" Okay, you're very generous " Dad said, "Now run and get your pajamas and brush your teeth. Meanwhile, I'm a mother to give me a cloth for you "
few minutes later Alex came in the room, he lay on the couch and her daddy wrapped with a blanket wishing him good night. Alessandro
immediately closed her eyes pretending to sleep very well but being attentive to all the noises. Was determined to be seen as Santa Claus.
Suddenly he heard a shutter open. He pulled up the shutter thinking, "It 'him ..." but it was morning and was no longer room in the room but in his bed.
What could have happened?
got up and went running in the room where he found the mum and dad smiling with open arms waiting for him. And many gifts under the tree.
"But Daddy, what happened?"
"Come on Alex, look here what I found. A letter signed by you for Santa Claus "
" What does it say? What does it say? "Cried the excited boy
And immediately the father began to read

" Dear Alex,
tonight was great surprise and happiness in being there waiting for me. Your presence was truly the best gift someone has ever done. Because remember that friendship, love and kindness are the most important values \u200b\u200bin life. Keep in mind.
Vededoti uncomfortable on the couch but I brought you in your bed so that I could sleep well and then celebrate the best Christmas with your family. Merry Christmas
Alessandro

SANTA CLAUS "


That short letter to Alexander was the best gift he ever received and from that distant December 25 the jealously guards in a secret place that only he knows!

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Miracles

Sunday 15 hours, in the square Cavriago, the usual sports bar, the usual TV, the usual game, the usual penalty given to Juventus, the same faces, the usual speeches and the usual table at the bottom of the usual three local friends all nicknamed the three apostles: Peter, John and Matthew. All three
with the usual beer, talking about the usual speech: the girls. Today in particular of the three best in the country: Sara, Samantha and Annalucia. They called themselves
aesthetics, aesthetics of female beauty. They went in search of perfection always understood as a triad: body, face and clothing. They had
for all but in fact, almost twenty years, girls had never seen and secretly "Just breathe" was the motto of all three. Peter said Matthew
looking straight in the eye defiantly: "So you claim that just because Samantha has her nails painted purple has become more intriguing and sexy Sarah?" Matthew
not sure of himself looked down and very blatantly took his mug of beer and drank a big gulp "in the first place, are not so shallow. I said that Samantha has become particularly sexy when you paint your nails according to the underwear she wears. Last Sunday, I do not know if you noticed, had the nails of hands and feet purple, and the shoulder strap of her bra the same color. Wednesday night he had them with blue jeans and low waist you could see her thong, you imagine what color it was. If we then add the ring to the thumb, the left ankle in the ankle el 'in the ring finger of his right foot that never fail, you can understand how it is always perfect in every way. I sincerely Wednesday I have not slept all night! "
" I see, "said Peter in an ironic tone, and turned to John to have a look of understanding, however, did not arrive and you add that even that small tattoo just above her breast makes me go head down, but I would point out that to see Sarah with her settacinque feet tall, those long legs of a model, that breast is not great but terribly sexy and that her ass magnetic, highlighted by skirts and boots that always puts it, it makes you realize As Samantha is a cut above. And 'perfect without the need of any artifice, "John
enjoyed listening to them every now and then shaking his head. He was not interested in nails, rings and long legs. He was an aesthetic of the face. His girlfriend had to have the face of an angel, just like Annalucia.
"You guys will do just the mental masturbations. Annalucia does not stain your nails, do not put rings, no makeup, does not have legs so long and a perfect body but you can not tell me that's the most beautiful and sexy girl in the world. That innocent smile but at the same time as a charming but that does not seem to actually know very, very long. His way of talking and disturbing that you catch his eye, making it a creature of fable "Peter and Matthew
looked and laughed. "But is obese" Peter managed to say between a laugh and another.
"obese?" John almost shouted slamming his mug on the table and letting out a bit too 'out of the glass of beer "do you prefer anorexic without a period? Annalucia certainly has some kg too much but is well below the boarder line
boarder line for the three friends wanted it that thin line beyond which a person actually considered overweight.
"Indeed, it has a point" intervened in support of his friend Matthew "Annalucia has a charm kg of soap and water and do not see too absolutely"
"But ..." Peter began but stopped abruptly looking into the bar Sara, Samantha and Annalucia.
Samantha had her nails pink, a new ring on the thumb, a left ankle anklet and a ring on my right foot is very delicate.
Sara looked out of a fashion show.
Annalucia instead wore a black dress that made her terribly sleek and sexy.
decided walked around the bar under the watchful eyes and dream of the customers. Del Piero also seemed distracted by their passage wrong, just in front of the goalkeeper, a goal already.
Annalucia was just talking as soon as they met the three apostles: "are you taking us to the movies?"
The real reason why they did that question no one will ever know. He
in fact, however, that if you want a long and hard what happens every day you think, well this thing can really happen. It's called a miracle. And on closer examination of miracles happen every day were so many!

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The first time I saw Paola was 1988. He was 16 years and sat quietly in his desk and bored high school E. Fermi Bologna, obviously in the back row.
that day could not imagine that the prof. Italian, the dreaded Professor Cat, who was ill and was replaced for almost a month, from a deputy. Some Paolo Zanasi. That same
Paolo Zanasi now after more than 22 years was at the door of his house with an uncertain smile and a bit 'embarrassed, that lit up her face.
"Hi, Paula of Cepu. I am the tutor of Matthew, Matteo Bergamini, very pleased, "he said holding out his hand to introduce himself! Fabio
stood without a word and facial expression of a true dementia.
"I come in?" He finally said Paola increasingly evident embarrassment. "Eh? Yeah yeah, I'm sorry "he stammered Fabio.

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"although it is true ... the first homework assignment from the writing course taught by Gianluca Morozzi

While it is true that "some nights the car is hot and where it takes you decide you," fuck this time I'm really lost!
I like to drive but, especially at night, my thoughts and distract me I do not do more than be there at the wheel by bringing in a sort of limbo. A limbo between this world and the world of dreams! As a child I had this bad habit: I always wanted to see it with your eyes open!
How many times I happened to wake with a start and then for a few seconds not even know anymore where I was or where I was going!
I do not know if it is normal but this thing here, to lose myself in my mind, I love it.
I remember once about 17 years I was physically sitting on my desk at school but with the mind I was embarking on a fast career as a player. I left the pitches in the suburbs and I had come in just two years into the first team in Bologna. And now I was about to enter the field for Bologna-Juventus 15 minutes from Bologna under the term of a goal. I already knew that in those 15 minutes I would have miraculously reversed the result.
Meanwhile in real life at school was the English class. That year we changed teacher and had reached a youngster who wanted to really teach English. With grammar and rules attached. I can not stand and so do not ever listened to.
I touched my first ball on the frontline, with a quick look and I saw a free corridor to fledging so the goal. The entire stadium had their eyes on me. Although I was on the field, I heard them on those looks. And I was pulling straight undaunted ... Now get up feeling well cheer that marked my name "ale ale ale ...
shook me a moment just before you pull and I realized that the whole class was watching me and the prof. for a while 'he was asking me something I did not understand and I stand by my neighbor called me to wake up ... "bitch .. you know what you mean bitch? Or do not even know that? "I was screaming that fake mother-tongue.
I did not know, I shrugged, hoping to get my dream but it was lost!
"bitch, bitch ... you mean" and I rubbing thing to know how to say whore in English?
I knew it, I can not concentrate on the road once again lost in my dreams ... then confirm
that is really true that "Some nights the street does not count and what counts is to feel that going."
because that night I went ... and I was happy!
There was no particular reason but there are moments that are special. Moments of perfection provisional. " I like this term. I had just bought that book Carofiglio its only thanks to that title "provisional perfections." And since that term came in my everyday life. I often go looking for those moments. Why indeed true perfection, that perfect, can only be provisional. And for me this was one of those moments.
car, after a successful evening, lost in the countryside between Modena and Bologna, with that little 'foggy atmosphere of surreal but not annoying at night in the dark with my favorite music to the ball.
Ligabue had just finished and had gone Baglioni "sit with our hands on a cold bench meter you are there 'what are you waiting for half past seven locked inside your overcoat a guy read the instructions carefully on the distributor of coffee' and a child plunges into a bigne '. "
Yes, I confess, I like Italian music. No, I love it. Since little. I was ashamed as a madman. All I was saying I was listening to rock music: Springsteen, Pink Floyd, at most Vasco Rossi. In fact Baglioni, Venditti, Baptists were my idols. I shoot them continuously. That child that dives into the cream puffs that I envied. In the morning my mother always gave me just coffee and milk with biscuits and then accompanied me to school that was 2 minutes from home. That child was in a subway instead. And I on the underground at that time there had never been. Plus he was dipping into a bigne perhaps chock full of cream. Bigne that I saw only in July at sea Pinarella ... will be for that dive or that guy who was reading the instructions in the coffee maker that I now end of the world but between 9:30 and 10:30 in the morning I have to run a bar to eat croissant and coffee.
E 'the ringing of a text message to ending that moment of perfection ... adrift to take in hand the phone but the curiosity is too much to expect. Who is writing me in the night? "Vodafone" ... I hate text messages to Vodafone. We delude themselves and instead would prohibit them ... nothing!
But now I'm back to reality ... I see a yellow light just beyond the left ... IKEA. And 'the ikea Casalecchio. Now I know where I am ... I did not know how to get there but I found myself.
But now I feel tired, I turn off the music and I can not wait to get there. 5 minutes and I'm home.
And while it is true that "Some nights you're just happier, more greedy, more naive and jerk as you can, those nights are just that vice I do not want to quit, quit, never. " Perfect, perfect temporary!

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