... that I met the other morning.
I was walking through the streets of downtown, looking at kids with their nose pressed on the windows and little finger to indicate mom and dad what they like very much.
I had already filled a notebook of names and desires.
Nowadays I get less and less letters from you, dear children, and if I didn't do what I'm telling you ... do you know how many tears on Christmas morning! Can you imagine what would happen if you didn't find your gifts under Christmas tree? Of course with age the thing is becoming more and more difficult ...
Let's not lose the route, by golly! Back to the young teacher, now.
You should have seen her pestiferous pupils. One here, another there. One was pulling her sleeve, the other one crossing alone. One was stopping to look at himself in every window, the other one clamoring for an ice cream. Puff! In winter?
But in front of her I could see another class, accompanied by an austere teacher. Her children marched silently with her little nose towards the ground.
For all my reindeers! The young teacher was more sympathetic, surely, and even her brats :)) You know how they calmed down? When their teacher called them to distribute cookies to all.
Oh yes, I knew very well what that teacher will find under the tree on Christmas morning ...
And after taking my umpteenth note I continued my walk all satisfied.
What will Santa bring to that young teacher? Be patient until 25 December ...
By the way, we are Italians, to translate better the stories. Thank you :))