Lying in bed listening to the shouts of playful children who continued to chase the snow, never failed to love them as at that time.
began to rethink their childhood, the decorated tree, the crib, the expectation of the poor but always welcome gifts.
A feeling of intense happiness pervaded the sudden, he tried to get up and look out the window, perhaps to see some child's face, shining in the reflection of white snow.
The serene atmosphere and wrapped magic in the festive evening, the screams intensified: snowballs, red noses, first loves.
Just as the joy around him reached its apex, gently breathed his last.
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