An army of ants ran down her stomach, causing an intense and uncomfortable tingling. The dream began to take hold of him, though his eyelids still open, alert to any unusual or suspicious shadow moving behind the door. Was an hour lying from 10, joining nervous every time she heard a noise. They could not escape, had to see them ...
began to review mentally, greed and own a brain disorder 7 years, all tasks: "Umm, yes, I have placed the glasses of milk and cookies under the tree ... I sent the letter for months and only two things I asked them, because they are heavily laden camels and although they are magicians, "says Grandma, it's not good Cachis abuse ... ! Feed MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMÁ !!!!" ....
- What happens, Peter, but you have not slept?? Look, that will not come ... -
- Well, quiet, and I deal with me, go sleep thou ...-
- And put a water well, which Like thirsty -
- Síiiiiiiiiii, hala, sleep-
Quieter, resumed its exercise of mental review "OK, now is the feed ... and I've been good, well, well I said some "mintirijilla" but ... "yawn was accidentally, like when Grandma told hub that cherries had eaten thrushes -again ... yawn, the eyelids begin to weigh- excess or when I told my mom that the vase fell just ... or when the teacher told him ... " Despite its many efforts, at last, and how could it be otherwise rendered fell into the arms of Morpheus.
awoke later tired, it looked as if it had been days sleeping. "Oh God, can not be! Again I have become to escape ... I do not have nothing left ..?." jumped out of bed and ran into the room. Uff, yes, there beneath the tree, there were still remnants of cookies and some milk in the glasses ... "would not be very thirsty ... and visit as many houses ..." The camels themselves had drunk all the water, "clear, as charged as they go ..."
Ahhh, and there were the gifts ... for Mom, Dad and yes, there put "PETER", with lyrics good fat ... He moved to open the package, when suddenly he noticed the mirror in front of him ... Something caught his attention, thus leaving the gift and walked slowly to the glass. He stood before the mirror and looked stunned. Yes, there was no doubt in her forehead was a spot like that Paqui aunt left him when he gave a kiss ... but in black ... He came closer still to the mirror, she was still a few seconds and ran into the room with their parents ...
-¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAÁ !!!!! -
- What about Peter?? Have you seen the gifts??? -
- NOOOOOOOOO "The boy took the index finger to his forehead - MIRA, King Belshazzar gave me a kiss! -
His father smiled, reminded the burn on his big toe that had caused the night before, to smudge the cork from the bottle of champagne with his lighter, and thought "Blessed innocence! !, I hope you still take a while to discover that the Magi ... not fade ... " .
NOTE: is my way of tod @ s wish you a very MERRY CHRISTMAS! and thank you for this 2010, which has supusto my debut in the blogosphere. I keep seeing in 2011, because as I advanced, these months I'm a little busy ... Ah! The story was dedicated especially to four friends, because they were his memories of kids and chatting by the fire a few days ago that inspired the story. Taaaaaaaaaan seemed cute, I have not resisted to tell.
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