Oh,Christmas,you this western settlers,who have how much laughter reposing in our new generation of young men?You is a snow,contending when open silently,silently.You are the wind,but without a trace detonated festival laughter.You still purity of heart,in an increasingly squalor in the more show the brighter.You threw down in the snow kart seppel laugh,melting patches of snowflakes,melting people inner fragments.Her name is Christmas,she had some brilliant engraved in my mind.Remember her appearance,more remember her smile.In past Christmas elegant atmosphere,who wouldn't be affected?Vaguely remember that laughter contending with contending with open,fall.
That Christmas smile,now that I have can not find