[ESP/ENG] escribiendo la carta a Santa y recibiendo regalos en familia 🎁 writing a letter to Santa and receiving gifts as a family

Su carta a los dos años, y ahora en su tercer añito.
~Her letter at two years old, and now in his third year ♡.

Se hizo realidad ♡🥹
~It came true ♡

Su reacción al ver los regalos 🎁
Her reaction to seeing the ragalos ♡

Abriendo los regalos ♥︎
~Opening gifts✨️

Posando para el recuerdo ♡
~Posing for the memory ♡

Su reacción al ver que habia un último regalo sorpresa 😊
~Her reaction when she saw that there was one last surprise gift 😊


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Ya es tradición que un día antes de navidad mi sobrina y yo ocupemos la sala, con colores y hoja a la mano para hacer carta a Santa, ella se emociona y dibuja lo que quiere pedir, con la ilusión de que este ser místico le traiga regalos, la verdad nunca viví esa ilusión ya que mis padres siempre fueron sinceros conmigo y me enseñaron que ellos me hacian los ragalos, aunque nunca comprendi el sentir que los regalos bajan del cielo o de un carruaje de un barbudo gentil, acompaño en su inocencia a mi pequeña sobrina. Semanas antes mi madre le había mencionado que quizá Santa no le podria regalar algo grande porque traía tantos regalos para los niños del mundo que el reno rudolf podria lastimarse, mi sobrina recordó este argumento y lo repitió al escribir la carta, entonces ahora no pediría una bicicleta o un patin sino un chocolate o una casita chiquita para muñecas pequeñas, me conmovió su consideración, claro ella no se esperaba la sorpresa ♡ esta vez muchos "santas" (varios familiares, tios desde Colombia, Argentina, padres y abuelos) hicieron lo posible para tenerle todos los regalos que pidió desde un principio, ya que no estariamos reunidos como de costumbre, quienes estaban lejos pusieron una parte bajo del árbol, como un detalle para ella.

Ella se emocionó mucho, queria abrir todos los regalos al mismo tiempo. Y en eso sí la entiendo pues, ¿quién no se alegra con regalos? ♡

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It's already a tradition that one day before Christmas my niece and I occupy the living room, with colors and paper at hand to make a letter to Santa, she gets excited and draws what she wants to ask, with the illusion that this mystical being will bring her gifts, the truth is that I never lived that illusion since my parents were always honest with me and taught me that they made me the gifts, although I never understood well that emotion of feeling that gifts come down from heaven or from a carriage of a gentle bearded man, accompanied in her innocence to my little niece. Weeks before my mother had mentioned to her that maybe Santa could not give her something big because he brought so many gifts for the children of the world that Rudolph the reindeer could get hurt, my niece remembered this argument and repeated it when writing the letter, so now she would not ask for a bicycle or a skateboard but a chocolate or a small house for little dolls, I was touched by her thoughtfulness, of course she did not expect the surprise ♡ this time many "santas" (several relatives, uncles from Colombia, Argentina, parents and grandparents) did their best to have all the gifts she asked for from the beginning, since we would not be together as usual, those who were far away put a part under the tree, as a detail for her.

She was very excited, she wanted to open all the presents at the same time. And I understand her, because who doesn't get happy with presents.

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•Traductor/translator: DeepL.
•Collage Editor: Polish.

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