I wanted to cry, but I couldn't help but smile.
I followed you for a long time with a very calm mood, watching the heavy snow, the blue sky, watching every Christmas Eve, the warm burning lights, the toys carved with heart, watching The people around you give you warmth and accompany you to grow up.
Is it a very gentle person who has such a clean smile?
Nicholas, what planet are you on now? Are you still riding on a sleigh pulled by reindeer, racing every winter night, or sitting around the fire with your family, carving Christmas gifts for your children?
I don't know what kind of existence Christmas is to others, but for me at this moment, what it represents is just the beginning of a warm continuation, a kind of moving, a kind of never decay, Never fade, love.
Merry Christmas, Nicholas.
Merry Christmas, Yada.
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