In the middle of Roman traffic, on a weekday of automotive madness lies baby-sitting sull'alza, scrocchiazeppi more than ever, looking out the window at the first Christmas lights and asked me
" Mom, Santa Claus brings gifts of those children that you always tell me that you muiono of hunger, are sometimes work alone and with his back to pieces already at my age? "
".... gnap, Snork, bho, emmm, ACCC, damn this change requires a revision
...."" Oh Mom, Santa Claus brings the presents around the world, even to children who need so much? "
" It 's a story a little complicated, maybe you'll understand better be great, it is difficult to reach far away lands Santa e. .. see how much traffic today? "
" No, because I thought that if Santa goes to those children alone and without food can bring, in addition to gifts, so many good things to eat so no longer die of hunger and are happy as we are. "
In the silence Suddenly the car carpeted, much more difficulty in compared to the history of the pea small, medium and large, I again chose the topic for a peaceful drowning, and inside me, I wanted to see my son as a future president of the international social policy.
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