Again, Christmas is approaching
and distant memories raise me -
memories of childhood in which
toys longed for the heart.
It was a nice year,
full of dreams beautiful,
were all relatives,
together and so happy!
But the good time passed,
we parted with you, mom -
your soul is dear to you,
there is not on my shoulder!
Today's only one
the gift desires my heart,
is to see you again mommy ...
and quietly hug you only ...
Goodbye and Kisses ...