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Stealing Christmas

The police station was quiet, did not happen so often a quiet period. Still, the sergeant looked at the man sitting before him and asked if he had better give up sick that morning.
The old man had little round glasses and, under his beard, he saw a shy smile. She wore a cherry-colored dress heavy with the flaps of the collar and cuffs in white fur.
"I stayed less than five minutes, autogrill. When I left, I found sleeping reindeer and the sleigh was gone. "
"With all the presents?"
Santa Claus ran a tired hand over his face.
"That's the trouble," He asked if he
suspicion.
"They do an injustice to me," replied with an expression of astonishment. "You are all children of the world will wake up Christmas morning without presents!"
Suddenly, the sergeant recalled of his most beautiful gift: a battery which had tortured him and all, Santa Claus had come to pick up a couple of days later. He was tempted to ask why, but decided that, after all, was no longer so important to know.
On the site of the theft, the track was dirty with oil stains, gasoline, cigarette butts and crumpled packs of cigarettes.
The military surrounded the area with the red and white ribbon. They looked for evidence and witnesses, moreover, not often you see a sleigh across the sky full of colored boxes.
The sergeant came up to what, at first he thought it was straw, said the better.
"So What," he murmured, hoping to solve the case.
They arrested the culprit in the evening. They found him in an abandoned warehouse while trying to fly the sleigh, without the magic reindeer. It was not like getting up from the floor with the broom.
"Everyone sees me as one that deprives them of the joy of Christmas. To me no one writes letters, I did not double on the street corners to wish Merry Christmas, children are not in line for a photo in my company, "confessed the old woman. "I wanted to be, for once, make them happy by bringing them gifts. So they had a good thought for me. "
Santa Claus took his hands in his Befana.
"I really want this? Let's take him with gifts. I have a certain age, I could use help. "
The eyes of the Epiphany became lucid, he pulled out a handkerchief plaid skirt and blew into his nose.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course! We need to move, though. The night flies away quickly. "
Christmas morning, at dawn, the sergeant found a package addressed to him under the tree.
Inside, there were his drum and two sticks of silver.

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A pair of boots.
leather. Blacks. Transparency of course.
Soft from day one, with the reinforced heel, a pleasure to walk and hear the tick tock rhythms of the past on the floors of ancient marble or polished wood floors of a century.
With that alone, who made it on occasions higher than it was at least 10 cm.
disappeared. Disappeared. Stolen, of course.
disheveled in a robe, he put his head out of the room. The boots had to be there, where he had left them the night before, but shiny and bright. A mirror, it was recommended by the waiter. He had also extended a note and promised a promotion. The promises were his strong, keep it not so, and justification was always the same: I can not remember everything I say.
Near the door, however, there was nothing. A delay
. A mistake. A misunderstanding for sure.
Sacramento and, ignoring the slow movement of revival that came from the bed, picked up the phone, dialed the front desk and waited.
One ring. Two. Three.
the fourth hung up and promised to buy the hotel just to lay off all staff.
The heads of two girls came out from under the covers with a sigh.
"Come keep us company?"
"Not now. You started. " The
looked. It was not racist, as some newspapers said. And that was proof, if only he could advertise it. It was made to send one white and one black. Cream and chocolate, was set to see them work together.
Here. Also gave work to some extent. Other than the lies put about by the crisis of enemies. Was running the economy, he. Not a million places, but almost.
In any case, he needed some boots.
not. Unimaginable. She could not go out without his slippers and even with the hotel.
went out into the corridor. It was stolen a couple. It was not the first time that he committed a robbery and was certainly not the last.
passed in front of every door, every floor of the hotel, hiding at the first sound suspicious. At the end
found them. They were not as beautiful as her, but shrugged. Tried them in front of the mirror chamber. Fit like a glove and made him look thinner, sleeker, taller.
A wonder it was said.
There was just that little detail that left him puzzled. He convinced himself, because he did so, acting with the belief that they are always on the side of right.
She launched a fashion, it was said, and if received the usual criticism, he knew how to make them shut up. She
side, to look at those boots in profile.
Bianchi. Python. Twelve inches of stiletto heels.