I told Marc was going to find old photos and see if there was one of the holidays of my childhood. I found my visit to Santa Claus, I was about 5 years and as you can see I was dazed and very happy with my girlfriend Claudia.
many different ways you can see, feel, hear and sing Christmas. I knew from very young and some differences they experience in my own family. English mom, so when we spent the holidays with his family was eating differently, other things are remembered and sung many Christmas carols, for example: ...
a donkey to Bethlehem will
rin, rin.
I patched,
I patched,
I made a patch,
I took it off ...
Instead father was Argentinian, his family was not a city field, ate barbecue, other things are remembered and listened and danced to folk. Obviously there was always the Misa Criolla by Ariel Ramirez, with the voice of Samba Quipildor or The Border.
Both very different celebrations, Castilian spoken was also. In some recalled the sea, fishing, war, hard times ... in the other games were recalled from 10 children, horses, cows, the distance to the neighbor's house, the military service ... both were hugs, kisses, wishes and thanks.
When one gets older, it loses the magic that enveloped everything, and you understand because in addition to the laughs, there are eyes with tears not want to be dropped.
But whether as we continue with the tradition, families and friends try to get together to celebrate these days, and we all want the new year is much better than we left behind.
And of course I decided on a particular song, and most of the carols will not see the point, here is a medley of many songs I've been listening to over the years, and many of them I still thrilling as the first time.
In those years, Luis Aguile we sang ....
You who are away from your friends,
of your land and your home,
and have pain, pain in my heart
because you stop thinking
you who Tonight I can not help but remember
want you to know that here at my desk I have a place for you ...
José Luis Perales ...
whole earth rejoices
and saddened by the sea,
sailor where are you going?,
leave your networks and pray ...
John Lennon ...
is Christmas,
and what have you done?.
Another year ends
and a new one will begin.
And it's Christmas,
for the weak and strong,
for the rich and the poor,
the world is so wrong.
Silvio Rodriguez ...
looks People agree,
beautifully all
seems akin to celebrate.
Some celebrate their millions,
others clean shirt
and some people do not know what to offer ...
Gloria Stefan ...
night's dream away from the flame,
is the flame of comfort which is carried here in the soul.
heart that sings, a heart that dreams
filled with hope on Christmas Eve ...
León Gieco ...
Lady, thanks for giving me,
but I can not carry this
because my life is not Christmas.
My father will give me something better,
tell me that Jesus is like me ...
Luis Landrisina in one of his wonderful stories, with wisdom and humor, says ...
parties are commonplace for us because most of us are descendants of some come from another country. And those who have come across usually spent Christmas with snow, and we by the nostalgia of them, eat with forty-five degrees in the shade as they ate with twelve degrees below zero ...
Everyone in every house, in every age, in every circumstance we do not live Christmas the same way. We do not remember or appreciate the same, perhaps most sincere wishes are unanimous. Mine, as we are in a patchwork blog, I will focus on ... First, thank you all for your time, your comments, follow, by mail, for being there and being felt. I hope that all have the opportunity to keep learning, keep sharing with friends hours of sewing, learn more fair, more design, more and more reunions dear bloggers ...
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!,
vermouth with fries and a Good Show ...
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