Weihnachtstraum
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Huling na-publish Wed, Dec 8, 2021
,,Es war einmal..."
,,Oma, ich bin zu alt für Märchen."
,,Glaub mir, mein Kind, ein Mensch ist nie zu alt für ein Märchen. Manche werden älter und tuen dann so als verstünden sie zu viel vom echten Leben um etwas für Fantasie übrig zu haben. Aber sieh mich an, ich bin stolze 82 Jahre alt, und was mich fit gehalten hat, sind mit Sicherheit die Geschichten. Du bist zwölf Jahre alt, ich weiß du willst alles schneller, schneller erwachsen werden. Aber ich werde dir eine Geschichte erzählen über ein Mädchen, das dir nicht unähnlich ist. Es war einmal..."
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