Happy New Year everyone:) I know that it's a bit too late to post this, but I've put the blame on Santa who was so kind as to bring me everything I wanted apart from a scanner:))) Well, that's life. Since I eventually managed to scan some old photos of my family, I'd like to write about our memories of Christmas. You may not believe it, but I was a naughty child and I used to argue with the Santa himself:) The only activity I enjoed was baking gingerbread with my Mum. I loved it that she allowed me to make my own bell- or Santa-shaped ginger nuts:) Here's a photo of my Mum and me. Unfortunately,the right part of it is destroyed (you know, it's almost as old as me:)))

Now I have more duties when it comes to preparing food, decorating our house, looking after naughty children (it seems to me that life takes revenge on me- they're as crazy as auntie Basia used to be:))) What's more, I am the Santa now and I've just realised how difficult it is to imitate a jovial man in his eighties:))) Ok, that would be all- I'm getting sentimental;) I wish you all good health, true happiness, everlasing love;) whatever you dream of...

This is me at the age of six:)