If you think back to what you asked Santa to do in your previous life, surprisingly, all the things you've asked for in a sometimes mood that doesn't have anything in common.
The latest issue of a novel that I've been curious about for a long time or the low rebellion pillow that I still use today.
Something to remember would be enough that a console that I suddenly wanted when I was in elementary school has turned into a DVD player in the living room.
If there is anything you still like, is that as good as reading?
Even for reading, I haven't even spent much time lately.
Have you simply not found the book you want to read in you or do you not have enough heat left to call it a hobby?
If you take it positively, it would mean less time to be bored alone.
I want to be...
If I run out of what I can call a hobby, my future life is going to be about boredom.
Today, late on December 24, the lovely Santa of each house will be sending gifts to the children's pillows with another lovely letter.
There is no such thing as Santa, who is his parents.
It's easy to say with a voice, but it's not as human falling apart as painting a child's innocent and innocent dreams in real life.
There was nothing on the road or on TV that was telling the truth about Santa's identity.
If I were to mention it, it would be about SNS and bulletin boards online.
Santa's stopped coming to my house, but they have age limits in the alley.
Me and Maple approached the adults, so I decided to get ready for early bedtime only the clothes and luggage I had seen on my desk in preparation for tomorrow.
... Don't tell me you were just a little sorry that you should have prepared even the red socks with your child's heart.
And Christmas day.
I wake up in the midst of the children of the country town where I was born and raised would be raising their voices of joy.
In the public, there will be a large number of boys and girls running down the hallway and reporting to their parents that Santa is here.
Some of them may be hit with despair that's not what they were asking for.
Yeah, you're here.
What, what sounded like when the voice of a child crying with all his strength early in the morning opened the window in the neighborhood.
When you wake up and your first voice cries, you don't feel ominous, but you step on the cold floor with cold air and head to the living room.
Apparently, Mother and Maple were already awake, and the tip of the open door was welcomed with warm warmth.
"Merry Christmas!"
"It's Merry Christmas, brother!
My mother and Maple smile and tell me that they will check on me for good health today.
I reply to the boulder with a voice that squeezes out of the back of my throat when I snort and can't possibly follow that tension in my sleep.
"Merrick, Merrick..."
While I think it's appropriate to say hello, the two of you shoulder to shoulder to prepare breakfast.
Maple holds the freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen in his hand and leaves it lined up on the table to show Mother the way to hand.
When my mother saw the maple trick, she walked past me and next to the maple, sitting in a smiling chair.
Pulling a hidden chair under the table, he removed an object wrapped in a paper bag from it.
"Yes, Christmas presents"
"I got it too, by the way."
The mother holds the watery paper bag in her hand and the maple takes it out from under the table where she was hiding the red paper bag.
... Foreword withdrawn, I didn't seem caught on to the age limit yet.
Shinriya boulder, that's sweet for kids!
Or my mother is sweet.
My father would never have prepared a present for me.
"Thanks."
Upon receipt of the handed paper bag, I anticipate the contents with the touch of my hand.
It's so fuzzy, it must be clothing.
When I raised my gaze from hand to top, I saw my mother softening more than I did.
Open it up quickly and show me how it reacts, and yes the atmosphere tells the story.
When I carefully opened the paper bag, it was the blue muffler that was wrapped inside.
It feels good on the skin and I'm honestly happy with the warm looking fabric.
Just what I was hoping for as a gentle breeze blows in from my neck.
"... thanks, I'll let you use it"
"I was really good with hand knitting, but I'm sorry I didn't have enough time"
I'm giving a gift, and yet I don't have one thing to be apologized for.
Honestly conveying her thanks, her mother returns to the kitchen with pleasure.
The maple I was facing was also presented with a different color muffler from me.
That was already time to see the mood rolling quickly around my neck in an upbeat and happy manner, awakening my brain with a cup of awakening but still smiling at me.
Time had passed, and by noon, two mothers and maples came from behind to drop me off as I sat at my doorstep ready to leave and adjusted the string of sneakers.
"I'm sorry, I actually promised to have dinner with you"
"No, I can't help it if my brother has plans too, because I'll be fine next year"
Looking back to Maple and telling her mother, she shook her head to the side if she didn't mind.
At the very least, after today has been successfully completed, keep a little family filial piety, or even think about it, hold the bag in your hand and open the front door.
"I'm coming."
"Come on, have fun."
Until that moment when they shut the door quietly, they were smiling and waving at this one.
Under the cold skies, a muffler was active that my mother gave me quickly on my way alone.
It is comforting without letting the heat escape from the neck and without letting the cold air intrude.
The journey to Miyashita's home is located close to the shogun and Shizukuishi houses, and each gathers at the Miyashita house.
However, the women were prepared to eat, and Yudo was to head to the house under the palace separately because he had been contacted that the product he was asking for would arrive this morning or something.
Gathering together for the same purpose but separately.
Walk faintly as you look around at the surrounding conditions in a long, totally alone time.
After all, few people are like walking out on their own, and many people are on the floor with someone to act on.
It is a friend, a family member, a lover, different forms of relationship.
But the smile I floated doesn't falsely.
It's irrelevant that I'm enjoying this Christmas day right now.
Would there have been times when I had a slightly cloudless smile like them in a photograph taken at the memorial?
Previously, even if there was a similar gathering, I was aware that it was the trigger for calling Yudo and Shizuku, and that they were then invited.
Everything, from the people around me, was an excuse to invite him and her, so I couldn't let my heart go through, and I never even got the emotion of having fun.
How can a person who has been thinking about digesting boring time smile or something when he takes the whole picture...
But at least not this time.
It wasn't even an excuse, they really asked me to join them, and no, they asked me.
time with people who don't even need to look behind the words they are aware of.
Then can we have a time that seems purely fun?
Think about that with a bunch of different young people on the sidewalk of the road.
And then you realize what you're embarrassing and painful about, and your temperature rises.
No, it sounds hot.
Your mother gave you the boulder, Muffler.
Excellent warmth, until everything is hot in your clothes at body temperature like a sauna.
As you shake your patties and clothes to escape the caged heat, slowly continue along the path displayed on your smartphone screen.
But I look back a few steps further.
I thought looking at the backs of the wrong boys and girls earlier.
... could I also sing what is commonly called a fun high school life if I learned to push and kill my emotions a little more to align myself with my surroundings?
... No, don't you have that?
I'm even barren to think about, and I'm more aware than anyone that True Rightness can't be such a good human associate.
I'm not convinced, I don't understand.
I can't tolerate words and attitudes that falsify me.
Because he's a person with a twisted, clumsy, irresistible personality.
When I solved the question I looked back at myself, I turned my body back to where I wanted to go.