I have a lot of stories to tell you, but one of them I think the best.
It has happened a lot of time ago. I don't my age. So let me start.
It was a New Year. I knew that Santa would come, but there was something, that I hadn't predicted. Baba-Yaga came too with Santa! It was awful. I didn't know what to do. So I just ran to my room and sat there. Then I found out that Baba-Yaga has gone. I was so happy. Then we could continue our celebration. I told my poem to Santa and he gave me a present. I was happy, but still i remember this day.