Asteptam sa vin-acum Anul Nou,este pe drum. Spor s-aveti la pregatire si distractie din plin! La multi ani!
Now, we looking forward to coming New Year, is on the road. To have abundance in preparation and lots of fun! Happy New Year!
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Blog Marina Gratiela Stan (Ignat)
31
Dec
Asteptam sa vin-acum Anul Nou,este pe drum. Spor s-aveti la pregatire si distractie din plin! La multi ani!
Now, we looking forward to coming New Year, is on the road. To have abundance in preparation and lots of fun! Happy New Year!
29
Dec
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Am intalnit multe articole, in special acum, legate de traditii de craciun.
Si citesc si nu le recunosc: copiii care merg cu colindul, taierea porcului, de impartit… Or fi mai multe, din pacate nu le stiu.
Suntem o generatie moderna, grabita, tehnologizata. Traim in orase aglomerate unde se pierd multe din traditii sau din semnificatia unor obiceiuri.
Dar simt ca pierdem o aparenenta, o istorie, ne rupem de noi.
Mi-ar place sa avem o traditie de craciun. Una care sa fie respectata in fiecare an. Ceva care sa ne faca sa ne simtim bine impreuna.
Exista cateva: de lasat copiii sa impodobeasca bradul, de facut mancarea impreuna cu ei, de deschis cadourile, de petrecut cu familia.
Dar as vrea sa fie unele mai deosebite. Sa citim o poveste in ajun? Sa facem o casuta din turta dulce? Sa mergem la biserica? Sa trimitem niste pachete/daruri? Sa vizitam rude, prieteni pe care nu le vedem un an intreg?
Caut si sper ca incepand cu craciunul viitor sa pot incepe o traditie in familie. O traditie in care sa ne simtim mai buni, mai curati, mai veseli.
English version
I met some articles, especially now, about Christmas traditions.
And read and do not admit: children who go caroling, cutting pork, shared … Or be more, unfortunately I do not know.
We are a modern generation, hurry, tech. We live in crowded cities where many traditions or significance of habits are lost.
But I feel like losing a membership, a history, we break away from us.
I would like to have a Christmas tradition. One that is respected in every year. Something to make us feel good together.
There are several: to let children decorate the tree, the food made with them, to open presents, to spend time with family.
But I want to be some more special. To read a story on Christmas Eve? Let’s make a gingerbread house in? Let’s go to church? To send some packages / gifts? To visit relatives, friends do not see a whole year?
I’m looking and I hope that starting with next Christmas I can start a family tradition. A tradition in which we feel better, cleaner, happier.
27
Dec
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.