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Today it's the Christmas day, but the 25th of December  is also the birthday date of the late Snasha. Snasha would be 7 years old today if ... So let me write a tale for her ...
Although the Christmas joy was glowing all around in the city, the young woman was in grieved mood. She thought she was moronic to feel so, but she couldn't restrain. For the Christmas day was too her mother's birthday, and with her brothers, she was used to celebrate both Christmas and their mother's birthday at the same time. But this Christmas was different. A few months ago, a fatal accident had taken their mother away from them all. And the children had decided not to celebrate Christmas together. The young woman was alone among her thoughts. Suddenly, the phone rang. One of her brothers was alone too, but he was also in torment, because of the memory of their mother. They had spent so many Christmas days all together, celebrating also her birthday ... But what could be done ? Death never gives back what it has taken ... For so many years, the sister and the brothers had searched together what a present they could offer to their mother for both Christmas and birthday, and an odd idea germinated in their mind during their long conversation. They wanted to offer a gift to their mother once again. What could they give her ? Of course that was a secret, as any present which is meant to be a surprise ... The dusk was announcing the Christmas night. The young woman's mind was at rest. She slipped into a golden slumber. In the land of Nod, she had got an appointment with her brothers. She found them easily, they were already waiting for her. And the present was shining inside their hands. Then they called a fairy, who was their friend. The fairy had to lead them all to their late mother. For a few hours earlier, the fairy had been asked to meet their mother and to make an appointment with her. So the fairy took the sister and the brothers through the moorland and the hills and then stopped. A spring was gushing between some stones, and suddenly their mother appeared, seeming to come out of the water. Her face was glowing with joy. And she put her hands on her daughter and her sons, offering them a Christmas gift. The young woman suddenly woke up. She opened her eyes and saw no spring but her room. But what a surprise ! The Christmas gift that her mother had offered her was shining near her !
	25/12/08 Isabelle Coquinot