Winter Wonderland

I must have been 7 years old when I heard my parents talking about our Christmas presents. They thought I could not understand. They thought Russian was their secret language. My world was crushed. Even though I knew where the presents were coming from, deep down I believed in Father Christmas. I saw that big man…

You Are Mad Not to Believe in Magic

Once upon a time there lived Claus. Claus was loving, kind and jolly. He gave the best hugs in the world. His mulled wine was to die for. He loved to keep himself busy. Christmas mornings Clause spent making future plans. He did not do that to distract himself or fight the loneliness. He did it…

Bright Blue Skies in Moderation

My best friend got a job at the chocolate shop. She loves chocolate. I wonder how long this loving relationship will last. My sister once made me Tiramisu. It was amazing. Once I have had too much I felt sick. A toast with cheese after a painful rice diet made me go to places I have…

#LoveStory About the Frog IV

Rumour has it Albert has joined the gym, Started puddle dating, got himself a dog, A polka dot sofa and a flat screen TV To enjoy Netflix with his green And yellow aura friends. The truth was Albert thought about Lucy a lot. No matter how many times he tried to Snap Out Of It…

#LoveStory About the Frog

It was one of those nights Where stars could not be intimidated by the clouds, The moon’s smile covered the roof with frost Making the ocean Glitter like a fool. The frogs had a party with everyone invited. The guests gathered with auras of all colours. Red and yellow, white and daring blue, Purple and…

Magical Memory Box

That sound when everyone is unwrapping Christmas presents and if you stop for a moment you can hear magic. Christmas used to be so magical. The very fancy Santa does not look so intimidating these days. I still believe in magic. I went to Sweden to visit my family and the only way I can describe the…