My dear mother, Mrs Emengarda Floss, is seen in this photo preparing delicacies for the Christmas Eve. "Put it this drip more caipirinhas, which this evening will be very hot," she said to me, Edmundo, her beloved son. My mother danced all night with my father before the Christmas tree next to my guests. The meal of turkey this year was exchanged for eggs fried chicken. All this because of the global crisis. That in 2009, the turkey back to our supper. (Translated : Google Tradutor)
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