You, the little girl who just turned 8 years old
You proudly told me that you no longer believed in Santa Claus
Yes, you were very proud to tell me:
Me, is it is believe plus au Pere Christmas
Just as if by telling me that
You became another person
An important person, like an adult!
I'm no longer a baby
I don't believe no longer in Santa Claus
Adults don't believe in Santa Claus, and neither do I
It's not true!
It's to amuse the children
And very dear little one
I have to tell you that I still cry out to Santa Claus...
Yes, yes you heard correctly
I still and always believe in Santa Claus
I want still believe in Santa Claus
The good old man with the white beard who lived
And enchants my little girl's dreams
This cheerful and generous man
With the big belly
Who laughed all the time with his nros bag full of presents
Yes, I still believe in Santa Claus
I still believe in the real Santa
Because the real Santa doesn't always give dolls, games
Often he wants to make children understand
And also adults, this great truth, listen carefully
The greatest gift of all
This is the reason premiere of the Christmas party!
The first, the greatest, the most beautiful gift
It is the gift of love
The gift of love, it is given
br/>It presents itself in several and different ways, such as:
The gift of self; the gift of oneself is to bring one's presence, to be near someone who is alone on Christmas Day
Like a sick person, a cripple, an abandoned old man, an orphan
Finally all these deprived people of life who are hungry
And thirsty for love and tenderness
Share your happiness
You know happiness is made up of so many thousands of
Little things and its power is so big
There are so many people waiting for this exchange, this sharing of love
All these people still believe in Santa Claus like me
It could be you Santa Claus and the thing
The gift can be your presence, your smile, your love, your friendship
If we are children of hope
Santa Claus can bring us happiness and even life 'love
And it lasts longer than a doll
Little 8 year old girl who no longer believes in Santa Claus
And you too the adult who no longer has time
Whoever finds this gift story very insignificant
Is from Father Christmas, let me tell you this:
Christmas is the day of love where we remember,
br/>And for the misfortune that has no memories
There will always be hope, dreams, illusions
And that is how good it is to the Father Christmas
We who have received so much from the good Lord
It is so good to console and share one's joys
It is true happiness to give birth to a smile
And since the Santa's gifts
Are not always in envelopes,
Sometimes you have to close your eyes and open your heart
To contemplate and understand them
On Christmas Day, if you have the taste of singing,
If your heart beats fast and you feel like laughing
To have fun, if you see adults shaking hands,
And even kissing , if you feel strange inside,
If you have the sensation of floating,
Santa Claus will have brought to your home
The gift of love
Take it well care, it can last a lifetime,
It never wears out and you can share it
With all those who need it
Merry Christmas... child of love!

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