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When the smell of cinnamon is in the air

And Mr.Snowman turns up in the courtyard,

Everything looks like a warm, beautiful dream,

In which you celebrate together

And even for that one night you'll believe in miracles,

Good fortune, love, riches you'll wish for each other.

But when you wake up in the holiday morning,

You'll find that there has been an unwanted guest.

The one, who visits once a year

And spreads his miracles in the house.

You can believe it if you want-

In the morning you'll find a present under the Christmas tree!

Good, warm and lucky holidays!