Every year with the arrival of December, I again turn into a girl who believes in fairy tales ✨. These days are special, filled with the expectation of miracles, the aroma of tangerines 🍊 and the comfort of family traditions. But lately my dreams have become more mature. My biggest dream is peace in Ukraine 🇺🇦. A world where mothers are not afraid to let their children go outside, where all the cities glow not from shelling, but from holiday garlands 🎇.
I remember how as a child we decorated the Christmas tree 🎄 with the whole family. I looked for the brightest toys and always hid sweets 🍬 on the lower branches to find them later and imagine that these were "presents from Santa Claus" 🎅. 😊 I remember how we wrote letters with dreams and believed that everything would definitely come true 💌. And you know, even then it didn't matter to me what was under the tree - the main thing was who was nearby ❤️.
Today, as an adult, I still dream of simple happiness 🕊️. Of a holiday where not only my family will be with me, but also that very man 💫. The one with whom I can share the silence of a winter evening ❄️, the tenderness of the first snow and laughter at the festive table 🥂.
New Year's holidays are the perfect time to start something new 🎆. New Year - new meetings, new stories and, perhaps, new feelings 🥰. After all, in a world where there is so much unpredictability, it is love that remains the miracle that warms the most 💖.
I dream of meeting a person with whom I will want to believe in miracles every day, not only on New Year's 🎇✨. Do you believe in New Year's miracles? 😊