01.01.2010 в 06:34
Happy New Year!
I wish for You ... Happiness, Warmth, Love, Wealth, Comfort, Success, Energy, Fun, Joy, Companionship ... LIFE!
New Years Eve ... The Open Ended Story ...
A tall thin man walks a cobblestone street in a long wool pea coat, his top hat secured, and a scarf tightly tucked in his coat, warmly around his neck. The lamp posts light the street he walks, as by him passes the soft clapping of horses hoof to the stone and the squeak of wagon wheels on a carriage.
Fluffy white flakes fall from the sky, touched by moonlight, glittery and cold. They land on the man's cheek and melt, leaving only a drop of water, resembling a tear. The winter air is refreshing, he happily goes, occasionally gazing up at the starry sky and falling snow. His mustache catches flakes that melt, under his pink nose.
He looks in the shop windows, still beautifully decorated with Christmas past. Bows of evergreen boast of blown glass ornaments, hand painted with various Christmas Stories of old, shiny, detailed, colorfully saturated, beautiful, no two alike. As he walks, he smiles, carrying a bottle wrapped in a brown bag under his arm. Tonight is New Years Eve ....
Now ... I do not know ... who this man is, or where he goes on the last day of the year ... So ... take this man, and finish the story ... You can make him who you will want him to be. You can make him go where you want him to go. His new year and what happens to him in it ... is dependent apon You ...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CpvYoY4juLc
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I wish for You ... Happiness, Warmth, Love, Wealth, Comfort, Success, Energy, Fun, Joy, Companionship ... LIFE!
New Years Eve ... The Open Ended Story ...
A tall thin man walks a cobblestone street in a long wool pea coat, his top hat secured, and a scarf tightly tucked in his coat, warmly around his neck. The lamp posts light the street he walks, as by him passes the soft clapping of horses hoof to the stone and the squeak of wagon wheels on a carriage.
Fluffy white flakes fall from the sky, touched by moonlight, glittery and cold. They land on the man's cheek and melt, leaving only a drop of water, resembling a tear. The winter air is refreshing, he happily goes, occasionally gazing up at the starry sky and falling snow. His mustache catches flakes that melt, under his pink nose.
He looks in the shop windows, still beautifully decorated with Christmas past. Bows of evergreen boast of blown glass ornaments, hand painted with various Christmas Stories of old, shiny, detailed, colorfully saturated, beautiful, no two alike. As he walks, he smiles, carrying a bottle wrapped in a brown bag under his arm. Tonight is New Years Eve ....
Now ... I do not know ... who this man is, or where he goes on the last day of the year ... So ... take this man, and finish the story ... You can make him who you will want him to be. You can make him go where you want him to go. His new year and what happens to him in it ... is dependent apon You ...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CpvYoY4juLc
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