My CHristmas Holidays BY NOE CALVO

     Hi my dear lover Miguel,
I don't care about your holidays, I want to explain you mine because I'm very sad, cause this Christmas was terrible to me.
First of all, I woke up with my hair curly again like Krusty the Clown, I tried to get it straight again, but I couldn't and then I screamed. Suddenly I woke up in the real life because it was a terrible nightmare, the worst ever. On December 22th I watched the whole program of the lottery in the theatre, I had to bear for 4 hours children singing "Mil euroooooooos" like if they were castrated and I just won a participation of 1 euro of a ticket, so I won 5 euros, but the ticket for the theatre costed 6 euros, so I lost 1 of the theatre and another one of the coffe. At least I climbed on television because I thought I had won but I didn't checked well the ticket, so I was wrong.
 But It was not the worst, on Christmas Eve I was walking with a box full of marzipanes and a gipsy vagabond stole it. I tried to get it back, but he called his 50.000 cousins and they all appeared with razor, and they tried to puncture me with syringe. On New Year's Eve I didn have a dress, so I went out dressed with a potato bag. The gipsy family saw me and they felt sorry, so they gave me back the marzipanes
On January 5th I went to have a shower but the curtain shower was not there. Later I warched the the Three Wise Man Ride in Madrid and I saw Melchor with my shower curtain because Manuela Carmena stole it from my house. I will never forgive you, Manuela Carmena.
Goodbye,
Noe