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My favorite holiday is New Year In this New Year's Eve I go to the window that overlooks the yard and see a bunch of people! They all hold in their hands sparklers and shake them over his head, so slowly, as if time stopped!
After the speech, Chairman and CEO of Russia, the chime of bells I write a wish on a piece of paper, burn it up and put in a glass with a drink ... then I believe in the fulfillment of his desire!
In addition to New Year's Eve, I love the snow New Year holidays, they last for two weeks, this time I spend with my grandmother!
And yet, in this holiday I like gifts from loved ones. They are presented in the form of delicious chocolates, candles with the symbol of the new year, and more!

Of all the holidays of the year I like best two - birthday and New Year, but the New Year, probably more because celebrating its not only you, but all your friends, acquaintances and not familiar to you people. From this the soul becomes more joyful and solemn, and the closer to the end of December, the more heart-stopping in anticipation of miracles and gifts. I have long ceased to believe in Santa Claus and the Snow Maiden, but without them what kind of New Year's Eve? Therefore, rejoice, as old friends, their appearance on television, on the shelves with toys, on postcards and billboards.
A wonderful smell of the Christmas tree and tangerines? How can something with it compare? He fills not only our apartment, but the whole house, the whole city! Does not seem to be the smell - and there would be a holiday with his surprises and unexpected, looking forward to many hours of midnight and fireworks outside the window.
And the evening on December 31 did not look like any of the other nights of the year. The table was already laid, but we still do not sit down - waiting for guests. Mom in a smart dress, smelling of perfume light, a little unrecognizable with a new hairdo, with her grandmother completes the final preparations in the kitchen. Dad on TV watching a concert, and I run from tree to the stove to keep abreast of all developments.