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Sunday, 14 December 2008
01:58:41 PM (GMT)

On December 24 the children of the counselor of Health, Stahlbaum, could not enter in
the whole day the hall and much less the contiguous lounge. Sheltered in an interior
room Federico and Maria were; the night one was coming above, and much was bothering
that - current thing in days like that one - they were not busy with putting light.
Federico discovered, it being said very in a very low voice to his(her,your) minor
sister  - scarcely he(she) was seven years old-, that from in the morning very early
had felt noise of steps and a few flicks in the prohibited room. It(he,she) was doing
slightly also that a little man slipped for the foyer with a great box under the arm,
which was not different but the godfather Drosselmeier. Maria clapped happy,
- What will have made to us the godfather Drosselmeier? The justice Drosselmeier was
not precisely a handsome(pretty) man; bajito and thin, it(he,she) had many wrinkles
in the face; in the place of the right(straight) eye it(he,she) was taking a great
black patch, and was enjoying an enormous patch, for which it(he,she) was taking a
beautiful wig, which was of crystal and a real masterpiece. He was in addition the
most capable godfather; he(she) was dealing much on clocks of house, , That of
Stahlbaum was decomposing and giving the hour was not even going, presentábase the
godfather Drosselmeir, one was taking the wig and the yellow overcoat, anudábase a
blue apron and began to puncture the clock with sharp-pointed instruments that were
in the habit of producing pain to the small Maria, but that were not doing it to
him(you,them) to the clock, but they were giving him(her) life, and to little
it(he,she) began to go and to sound, with great happiness of all. 
Providing that it(he,she) was going it(he,she) was taking nice things for the
children in the pocket: already a hombrecito that was moving the eyes and was doing
very comical reverences, already a cajita of which a little bird was going out,
already another thing. But in Christmas always it(he,she) was preparing something
artistic, which had cost a lot of work to him(her), for which, in all that the
children saw it, it the parents were guarding carefully.
- What will have made to us the godfather Drosselmeier? - Maria repeated.

Federico was thinking that it were not necessary to to be another thing that a
strength(fortress), in which they could go and maneuver many soldiers, and then there
would come others that would like to enter the strength(fortress), and of inside they
would reject them with the cannons, arming(assembling) very much racket.
- not, not - Maria was interrupting his(her,your) brother-: the godfather has spoken
to me about a beautiful garden with a lake in which white swans were wallowing with
tapes gilded in the neck, which were singing the prettiest songs. And then there was
coming a niñita, which was coming near to the reservoir and was calling the
attention of the swans and was giving them marzipan.
- the swans do not eat marzipan Federico answered, a bit rudely-, and neither the
godfather can do a big garden. The truth is that we have very few his(your) toys;
immediately they take them from us; because of it I prefer those that dad and mom
give us, since those leave them us in order that we do with them what let's let's

The children were commenting what that time might be the gift. Maria was thinking
that miss Trudi - his(her,your) big wrist(doll) - It(She) was very changed, because,
slightly skilful, since(as,like) always, it(he,she) was falling to the soil to every
step, extracting of the falls enough signs in the face and being impossible that
it(she) was clean.
The scoldings were not using as anything, for forts that were. Also mom had laughed
when it(he,she) saw that he(she) liked so much the new parasol of Daisy.  Federico
was claiming that his(her,your) stable was lacking a chestnut-coloured horse and
his(her,your) troops were scanty of cavalry, and it was perfectly an acquaintance of
his(her,your) father. The children knew of surplus that his(her,your) dads would have
bought them all kinds of pretty gifts, which were dealing in placing; also they were
sure of the fact that, together with them, the Baby Jesus would look at them with
kind eyes, and that the gifts of Christmas were spreading an environment of
benediction,As if the divine hand had touched them. By the way there
reminded(remembered) the children, who only were speaking about awaited gifts, that
his(her,your) major sister, Elisa, was saying to them that he was the Baby Jesus the
one that they was sending, for hand of the parents, which more could please him.
It(he,she) knew much better than they than they it(he,she) would provide pleasure,
and the children did not have to want anything, but to wait calmly and patiently what
they were giving to them. 

- I would like much a chestnut-coloured horse and a few hussars.

It had got dark completely. Federico and Maria, very together, were not daring to
speak a word; parecíales that in his(your) contour were fluttering a few wings very
softly and that in the distance heard a delicious music. In the wall reflejóse a
great clarity, which made suppose the children that Jesus Already one had presented
other happy children. In the same moment an Argentine ringing sounded:
" Chime, chime. " The doors abriéronse widely, and of the big lounge there went out
such a clarity that the little children exclaimed vociferously " Ah! ... Ah! ... "
and they remained captivated like, without moving. The father and the mother appeared
in the door; they took the children of the hand and said to them:

- come, come, wanted, and you will see what the Child God has given you.

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