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Once upon a long ago one of the small houses in the namu diamet France. There is one girl named La Burkart. She is a poor girl because she doesn't have a father. She is with her mother, then only 2 people both believe that poor little Doll has never been Burkart, La or any type of play, most of her life to fight against the cold and hunger.One day. The mother of the little Pico la fall ill until an erection is not. Little la Burkart had to do everything in the House and try to take as much as possible. Sock knitting done in order to be sold to buy food, mother and myself really pathetic sock knitting, while seats for sale. Little Pico la do not have to wear a sock on either side of her foot until the color is due to the cold khlam.Approaching Christmas. Little la Burkart speaks to her mother that "mother, this year Santa Claus Ka TA, you will remove something, a gift of it, TANU, the mother does not know rats? Rats don't have socks that will hang over the fireplace with ethanol that rats soon to remove shoes .., wood fireplace, instead place it would be! ""Yes mother love child that this year we don't talk story gifts!" Mom say, "if only we had enough bread, but we should be glad then, extraordinarily," but little Burkart la Santa Claus won't believe you eyes to forget her.Christmas day evening Remove the wooden shoe la Burkart one side to lay her floors, fireplace, and then go to sleep with the thought to dream you are fat eyes flashing in red. Mustache ride small wheel, drag with the reindeer people then.The mother then told to look at the shoes, and then remorse, because you don't know how to make a ball and think that your baby probably the most disappointed in the morning. If you don't see anything in the shoes, but the mother does not know what to do but sit and withdrawing the mind.The subsequent morning. Little la Burkart early morning rushed to a wooden shoe. In them shoes See lucid eyes la Burkart waeo pair one is to stare her.Ah ... Yes, it is one of the little Sparrow's eyes (this winter, flying down the chimney and wooden shoes lying in the fireplace.) Burkart, glad is finally goodbye puts the little bird up to the breast. Sing and dance to come.See it here? See here? "her mother's legs, say the dramatic excitement. "The Christmas gifts I here you Santa Claus bring rats eyes" to dance la Burkart. To happily singing along with the little bird in the hand .ies cheeks lightly around it.Throughout the long winter season, so. She keeps her eye on raising the Provident preservation, Fink, then as well. When it's spring. She opened the window and let it fly away The birds fly to the nearby forest, but it is not a secret to. It prefers to sing a beautiful voice come flying back at the home page of a little hitch-la Burkart.

Once upon a time I used a small village with a French girl named Picton Cola, she was a poor girl because her father. She lives with her ​​mother, only two men were very poor. I believe that Little Picton Cola has no dolls or toys of any kind of life she had to contend with cold and hunger one day. Mother's Little Pigeon Cola bedridden until he did not. Little Picton Cola had to work everything in the house itself. And try to take as many as possible to have. To knit socks are finished To be sold to get money to buy food for my mother and myself. What a pity, as I sat knitting socks to sell. Little Pigeon Cola no socks to wear. Until both feet, her dark yet. Because of the cold Christmas approaching. Little Picton Cola spoke with the mother, "Mom, you know, this year Santa Claus. What shall we give a gift, I do not know my mother? You do not have to hang a stocking on the fireplace at all like. A... I think I'll take the wooden shoes placed in front of the fireplace. I was tired, " " I love you. I think this year we do not talk about gift really, "she said," If only we had bread I eat, we should be very happy! "But little Picton Cola refused to believe that Santa Claus will not forget. she 's cool Christmas Picton Cola, one of her wooden shoes placed at the front of the fireplace. Then go to sleep with the thought. I'll find your eyes puffy white beard wearing a red shirt with a scroll wheel, drag reindeer were tell you that. The shoes look dismal. I do not know what to look for their children. And to think that the baby is still very disappointed in the morning. I do not see anything in the shoe But you do not know what to do. I sighed, but the following morning. Little Picton Cola wake up early. Rushed to the side of the wooden shoes. In the shoes Picton Cola sparkling pair of eyes staring into her ... Ah, yes. It was the eye of a small sparrow (which escape the cold. Flying down the chimney I was lying in front of the fireplace, the wooden shoes) Picton Cola is the most happy. Finch picked up the chest. Singing and dancing with joy to see here, here's what you look like your mother's legs, "she said excitedly. "The Gift of Christmas, here they do not. Santa Claus brought you to me, "Picton Cola to dance. Singing happily Along with holding a little bird in the hand caressing it gently through the long winter. She watched preservation Sparrow fed very well. By the spring She opened the window and let it fly away. Birds fly to the nearby woods. But it was not a secret. It prefers to fly back home the melodic vocals of Little Picton Cola always.

Once upon a time, in a small village in France, there was a girl named that pick cola. She is a poor girl, because she doesn"t have a father. She lives with her mother just 2. Both is very poor. Believe that little pic Cola never had any kind of doll or toy. Her life, mainly to fight against the cold and hunger.One day, the mother of the baby pichola collapsed and won"t wake up. Baby pic Cola had to work everything in the house. And try to take so much in socks knitting done. To be sold for money to buy food to the mother and their pitiful. While knit socks to sell it. Baby pichola no socks to wear. Until her feet are blackened. Due to the cold.Christmas is near Little pic Cola said to mother, "mother, this year you Santa Claus. Want to give a gift of I don"t know, mom? I have no socks hanging in the fireplace with it. Well... I think I will take the wooden shoes, placed in front of the fireplace. Would be. ""Honey, I think this year we don"t talk about the gift." I said, "if only we had enough to eat bread, but we should be happy". But the little pic Cola refuses to believe you, Santa Claus will forget you.The Christmas evening Pic Cola took her wooden shoes on one side, placed on the floor in front of the fireplace. And then to sleep with a thought. Will give you a fat kind red white mustache ride wheel drag with reindeer girl.My mother is? Look at the shoes and sad. Because you don"t know where to find something for you. And I think that the baby would be disappointed in the morning if nothing in the shoes, but you don"t know what to do. Could only sit and sigh.The next morning the little pic Cola get up early. Ran also wooden shoes that side. In shoes that pick Cola eyes or one pair will look to you.Ah, yes. It"s eyes, a little sparrow (which ran cold down through the chimney. And sleeping in a wood fireplace shoes) pick Cola happy is.