Birthday - this is one of the favorite holidays for most people. This is not surprising, because on this day the greatest gifts a person receives and wishes her a pleasant surprise and meeting with friends. In this dnynu feel important around the globe.
When I wake up in its birthday, the first thing I see - it's a gift, which is on my table. It's a family tradition - leave it there. At this time the mother has boss in the kitchen, the delicious smells wafting out who are forced rather get out of bed and go to it. Mammy me gently kisses and trying popidnimaty ears many times, how old marks, but I pruchayus for this process I did not like. It also fits his father, who has prepared a hilarious joke.
Then we start with him decorate the room, because in the afternoon to visit me come with my friends. We inflate colored balloons, on which my father wrote various wishes for me, and afterward we place them on the doors and windows. Then Dad shows already prepared wall newspaper with bright drawings and wishes. She hung it on the wall in my room. During this time, my mother has and prepared many delicious dishes. On the table, barely enough space to put them, but it will still worried because it seems that is not enough. So gradually coming at a time when my guests are beginning to converge.
Friends come in time. Each of them welcomed me, gives a gift, some present even flowers. Then we sit down at the table, walk in games, sing karaoke, take part in competitions trained parents. But unfortunately quickly sneaking late evening and guests begin to gather home.
I love my birthday. It's a very happy holiday, after which is a bunch of wonderful memories, and, of course, Mount prehoroshyh gifts.
When I wake up in its birthday, the first thing I see - it's a gift, which is on my table. It's a family tradition - leave it there. At this time the mother has boss in the kitchen, the delicious smells wafting out who are forced rather get out of bed and go to it. Mammy me gently kisses and trying popidnimaty ears many times, how old marks, but I pruchayus for this process I did not like. It also fits his father, who has prepared a hilarious joke.
Then we start with him decorate the room, because in the afternoon to visit me come with my friends. We inflate colored balloons, on which my father wrote various wishes for me, and afterward we place them on the doors and windows. Then Dad shows already prepared wall newspaper with bright drawings and wishes. She hung it on the wall in my room. During this time, my mother has and prepared many delicious dishes. On the table, barely enough space to put them, but it will still worried because it seems that is not enough. So gradually coming at a time when my guests are beginning to converge.
Friends come in time. Each of them welcomed me, gives a gift, some present even flowers. Then we sit down at the table, walk in games, sing karaoke, take part in competitions trained parents. But unfortunately quickly sneaking late evening and guests begin to gather home.
I love my birthday. It's a very happy holiday, after which is a bunch of wonderful memories, and, of course, Mount prehoroshyh gifts.