Amintiri de Craciun / Christmas Memories

Queen – Thank God It’s Christmas
Am petrecut Craciunul la Giurgiu, cu socrii. Munca, pregatiri, dar si lene dupa toate astea.
Frumos in final. Alt an, alt craciun, alta amintire. In fiecare an se intampla ceva ce se merita memorat.
Amintirea mea pe primul loc reprezinta povestea spusa de mama in ajunul craciunului.
Nu aveam nimic pregatit. Bradul urma sa-l aduca tata cand se intorcea din delegatie. Geamurile aveau flori de gheata. Nu era zapada. Era intuneric, era frig.
Si atunci mama ne-a povestit colindul de craciun de charles dickens.
Tin minte si acum ca a inceput povestirea cu: “Si Marley era mort. Era mort ca si cuiul de la usa.”.
Poveste cu fantome, cum pot oamenii sa se schimbe in bine, cum trebuie sarbatorit craciunul.
Si pentru mine, asta a ramas craciunul: o poveste. Nu cadouri, nu bradul, nu masa imbelsugata.
Ci o seara alaturi de mama si o poveste.
Va urez la toti sa aveti parte de un craciun care sa va lumineze viata in momentele cele mai grele.

English version
We spent Christmas at Giurgiu, in-laws. The work, the preparation, and lazy after all.
It was charming in the end. Another year, another Christmas, another memory. Every year something happens that is worth remembers.
Remembering my first story is told by my mom on Christmas Eve.
We had nothing prepared. Xmas tree would bring by my dad when he returned. The windows had ice flowers. There wasn’t snow. It was dark, it was cold.
And then mom told us Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.
I remember that the story began with: “And Marley was dead. He was dead as nail in door”
Ghost story, how can people change for the better, how to celebrate Christmas….
And for me that Christmas remains a story. No gifts, no tree, no gourmet meal.
It is an evening with my mom and a story.
We wish at all to have a bright Christmas that will shine the most difficult moments in life.