Unusual New Year stories from real life. Touching New Year Stories

how many amazing stories, festive miracles and joyful memories gives us all New Year... This collection contains stories of people in which they share their kind and cheerful New Year's events. These stories are really festive!

I have blue eyes and long eyelashes. In winter, they become covered with frost and "grow" almost to the eyebrows when I walk down the street. Once, while walking, I heard a little boy asks his grandfather in a whisper: "Grandpa, is this a Snow Maiden?" I returned to them and presented the child with a chocolate bar, which was in my purse. You should have seen the smiles of both!
Time passes, everything changes, and my mother still traditionally hides the sweets prepared for the holiday on the balcony and hopes that this time I will definitely not find them.
December 31, the last train to the house, going to good mood- passed the session ahead of schedule, and there is a month of happiness ahead. Then they start checking tickets. The controller was very beautiful girl, twenty-three years old. All is well, but the girl does not have a face, her eyes are red, ink has flowed.

It’s my turn. I show the ticket and hold out a small chocolate bar with the words: “Girl, the New Year is coming soon, in which everything will be different,” and I wink. She smiled and walked on. Coming out at his station, I heard the ringing laugh of that girl.
For eight years, every New Year, dad believed that the whole city would fire up a fireworks after the chimes in my honor. She waved her hand out the window and felt like a queen. My dad is great.
Once upon a time in distant childhood, every year on the morning of January 1, on a snowdrift in the yard, gifts awaited us: me, my sister and my brother. But somehow a relative (the same age) came and told us that Santa Claus does not exist, and the gifts are put on a snowdrift by mom. The roar in the house was deafening.

It turns out that mom and dad took 46 size felt boots in the pantry and, while we slept, made footprints of Santa Claus and put gifts on a snowdrift. I am grateful to my parents for those magical surprises that they arranged for us for the New Year ...
I was driving today after the test, tired, and then there was this blizzard. I climbed into the trolley bus and noticed that the conductor was wearing a Snow Maiden costume! And moreover, for the recited rhyme, she gave gifts to small children. You should have seen the joy of the kids.
At the age of 6, the nephew stopped believing in Santa Claus. We are standing with him at the window on the eve of the New Year. I told him: "Shout 'Grandfather Frost!" - he will appear. " The wife, meanwhile, hides the gifts under the tree. The tribe shouted, and - what do you think! - Santa Claus rushed along Ostankinskaya Street on a sleigh pulled by a troika. The nephew's eyes sparkled, his face seemed to have received the most cherished dream. Who would show me my face ...
And for the New Year, I made a present for the closest ones - mom and dad (he also has others on the 31st). I study in Berlin, I said that I would come home on January 2, and I myself 3 hours before the chimes .... :) These faces I will never forget :) Make your family happy!
We have a tradition for the New Year. At the end of December, absolutely all residents of our entrance decorate their staircases. Garlands, toys, tinsel, there are even several trees. Festive mood secured for weeks ahead. One day is appointed when the competition will be held for the best design.

They appoint Santa Claus and assistants and go to all apartments. Children recite poetry, and at the end everyone celebrates right in the stairwell, where the table is set and music is playing. I'm bragging!
Yesterday we walked with friends along the deserted streets and met a large noisy company dressed in fancy dresses, among them were Santa Claus with the Snow Maiden. They invited us to tell a rhyme and get a gift for it! We recited a rhyme, sang a song and got a few tangerines and a New Year's candle! We were happy as children!
The coolest New Year gift I received from my husband last year. Knowing that my feet are always cold, he himself knitted two pairs of woolen socks for me! I went to my mother's every two days so that she would teach and correct, kept everything secret and after the President's speech he handed them to me, wrapped in wrapping paper. Best gift in my life.
Last New Year's sister gave her husband ... a heating pad. A simple rubber heating pad from the pharmacy. I made a funny bag for her. The girlfriends laughed. And the husband and son fight for her for the second winter before going to bed, and the cat comes to sleep to the one who won. I will also give this to my husband!
On New Year's Eve, the whole family always reads on dumplings with a "surprise". This year, me, dad and mom came across an "empty" dumpling. This means that the family will be replenished. A month later, they found out that my mother was pregnant. And I didn’t believe it before.

Friends, you too you can share in the comments your New Year stories and traditions! Happy New Year!

A duck burned out, a bottle of champagne broke, or a gift for yourself was lost to a loved one? Believe me, such New Year's failures did not overtake you alone. We have "worse" stories.

Anastasia

Marketer, 24

I somehow lost my wallet on New Year's Eve. Thank God, I managed to buy gifts for the closest ones. The truth came to visit without champagne and tangerines. Of course, I was very upset. After all, there was not only money, but also important cards. After the New Year, it began to rebuild. But then I got new job... Therefore, everything is interconnected here. You lose something and gain something.

Social worker, 22

V new year's eve my sister and I got off the elevator on the first floor, and some inadequate guy greeted us with a firecracker. Imagine, he launched a firecracker straight into our elevator. It’s good that we didn’t hurt anyone, we ran out, but the fire alarm went off, and the dispatchers were on their guard. For another hour, we figured out who was right and who was wrong.

Economist, 28

And my daughter ran after Santa Claus and got lost in the crowd! In our area there was a New Year's concert: songs, dances. Then Santa Claus began to walk and hand out sweets, she reached out to him, I turned away for a minute, turned around - neither her nor grandfather. Of course I was hysterical! They searched for her for half an hour. As a result, they found her backstage, the artists treated her to sweets.

Student, 20

And my friends and I were driving through the forest to the dacha and got lost. Looped there for an hour, the navigators refused to work. They also stumbled upon some suspicious men. They were already tipsy and knocked on our windows, ran after the car. We were uncomfortable. As a result, we went to some field and opened champagne there. Then, by some miracle, we got out.

Engineer, 31

And they brought me a Doberman puppy from Germany especially for my beloved. I rode with him in the train, drove him in a special container, he fell asleep, I could not even hear. And since, besides him, I still had a bunch of bags, I hesitated at my station and left him in the car! It's good that I came to my senses in time, when the train drove off, turned to the controller, and he managed to contact the depot so that the driver was informed about the loss. Nobody had time to pick up the puppy yet, they found it on time. True, I came to the girl an hour after the start of the holiday. But she was very pleased.

The guy and I were going to visit friends. They were putting on something like a little masquerade. Everyone had to be in costumes and masks. The trick was that the couples did not know what their other half would wear. But the young man and I decided not to bother. He told me that he would be wearing a Batman costume and I was just going to wear a sexy red dress and mask. He would definitely recognize me. And so it happened. When we came to the party, he instantly recognized me. And for a long time I could not find him in the crowd, and then I noticed! I ran up from behind and pinched my ass. And when he turned around, it turned out that he was a completely different man! My boyfriend, meanwhile, stood on the sidelines and watched this. It turned out there were several Batmen at the party ...

It was in the nineties. To my mom - school teacher- came up with the idea of how to congratulate the guys before the New Year. A fine day was chosen, the children were taken on a bus on an excursion to nature studies in the nearest forest - to hang feeders for birds, to look for rabbit tracks. Previously, a team of three people was equipped in the same forest - a driver and two teachers in the costumes of Santa Claus and Snow Maiden, who dressed up a pretty Christmas tree in the meadow and hid bags with gifts under it. When the excursion "accidentally found" a decorated Christmas tree in the forest and a REAL Santa Claus came out of the REAL forest to them - there was no limit to children's delight!
Father Frost was my two-meter father, and his costume was very colorful.
And then one year, while they were waiting for the children, the father, being already in full dress, went into the forest a little further away and hears: "Tyuk ... Tyuk ..." He looked behind the snowdrift - and there a man with a hatchet poached. Well, the father approached him quietly, put his hand in a mitten on his shoulder and barked in a bass voice:
- What are you, man, CUT TO MY FIRSTROOM ???

Father had never seen such stunned eyes ... Well, for an ax and one felt boot, that man never returned, no matter how long his father shouted after him ...

And soon the New Year. For two days the house smells of tangerines. Mom bought them a whole big bag, and hid them on the balcony. Sometimes you can quietly take two things out of there - yourself and your sister, and quickly eat them, stuffing the orange fleshy skins under the bed.

In a large room, in the corner, there is a tree. Dad brought it three days ago, and we all dressed it up. Mom took out from the mezzanine a large box from under boots, tied with twine, in which, after drowning in cotton wool, lie fragile glass balls and figurines. This squirrel was presented to me in kindergarten... For winning some competition at the matinee. But this is the king. Everyone knows that this is my mother's king. He's old at all, and with a hole in the side. But my mother always hangs it in the most conspicuous place. Because this king is older than herself, as she says. And we have a garland. All messed up. We unravel it carefully and hang it on the tree. And then dad turns off the light and plugs the garland into the socket. At first nothing happens, for a long time. We sit in the dark and breathe. And suddenly the garland starts blinking, illuminating the cotton Santa Claus standing on a white sheet under the Christmas tree, who is also older than my mother, and ours and my sister's faces. For Masha, it is either red or green. I, probably, too.

This morning mom and dad have been hanging out in the kitchen and cooking something. You can hear the knock of knives on the cutting board, and the voices "Check the jellied meat on the balcony, maybe it's time to put it in the refrigerator?" and “Well, this is where you put it, huh? Are you crazy? I cut fruit on it, and he - herring! ". On TV they show "The Irony of Fate" and a red-haired girl sings about three white horses. It's still light outside, but it's boring at home. They don't let me into the kitchen with foggy windows, so as not to get in the way. I start to whine and be capricious. I get a slap on my ass from my mother, and my father puts aside half of the herring, washes his hands, and takes me by the shoulder: "Get out your skates and help Masha get dressed." I screech and run down the corridor, getting confused in slipping, not my size, tights, and shouting "Masha, we'll go to the rink right now!"

Masha does not know how to skate at all, she fell twice, pouted, and dad took her to the bench, where he silently began to take off her skates, which made Masha pout even more, and then roared. It got dark quite imperceptibly. It means that the New Year is coming soon. Dad waves at me, and I roll up to the bench, readily stretch out my leg in the skate, and, holding on to Dad's neck, I wait for him to put on the blue plastic covers on the blades. If Dad hadn't been with us, I would never have put on the covers. I would hobble over to a piece of asphalt near the manhole and hit it with my skate so that the sparks would fly. Like the Silver Hoof. Dad saw it once and punished me. I didn't go to the skating rink for a month. Next time I will knock out sparks away from my house. There is also a hatch with asphalt behind Irka's house.

Mom opens the door for us. She has curlers on her head, and one eye is painted. In her hand she holds a box of mascara, which she spits into, and whips it there with a brush. I always want to do the same. Spit and shuffle. But mom always picks up her makeup bag when she leaves for work. Mom looks at me and Masha, and scolds dad. “They are all wet as mice! Why did you let them roll in the snow? I just got off sick leave! Right now, both will get sick again, and who will sit with them ?! " Dad silently helps us take off our skates, and Mom waves her brush and runs to the bathroom to paint on the other eye. From the bathroom you can hear my mother's "Ugh!" And it is not clear: either she spat in mascara, or she was angry with dad. You can't see it from here.

Masha and I dress up in costumes. I’m like Little Red Riding Hood, and Masha is like a snowflake in a crown. I also want a crown, but I already have a red cap on my head. I figure out how to put this crown on top of a hat so that nothing falls off. Mom, painted over both eyes, in curlers, runs around the apartment with plates. Masha and I are quietly dragging sausage from them. For myself and the dog Mishka. And we carefully mask the bald spot on the plate with sausage with dill. I really want to eat. Dad in a gray suit is nervously walking around the room, tugging at his tie and glancing at the bottle of vodka. Daddy will get drunk today and will dance funny, bending his knees. Masha and I always laugh when he dances like that. We don't drink vodka. For us, my mother bought a lot of bottles with Tarhun, Buratina and Forest Berry. Buratina can be poured into "adult" crystal wine glasses, think that it is champagne, and then pretend to be drunk and dance on bent legs.

Mom comes in, looks at the clock, and says: “We spend Old year". Masha and I immediately get down to the sausage so that my mother doesn't notice the bald patch under the dill. We shout “For me Tarkhun”, “And for me Buratin”, “Then I, too, Buratin!”, “Why are you repeating everything after me? Drink your Tarhun! " The Irony of Fate is shown on TV again, only on a different channel. Masha and I have already eaten, and we already want gifts. But we sit and are silent. And we also watch the Irony of Fate. When the Kremlin wall, chimes, and a round roof with a red flag suddenly appeared on the screen, my mother shouted "Glory, turn off the light soon!" Dad turned off the light, lit the garland, and Gorbachev's face with a bruise on his bald head appeared on the screen. He spoke incomprehensibly, and mom and dad listened, holding glasses of champagne in their hand. And Masha and I also got up and raised our wine glasses with Buratina. And then the chimes began to strike, and my mother said, "Rather, make a wish!" I made myself a Juliet doll and a tape recorder, and Masha, this is understandable, railroad... I very quickly guessed everything, and the chimes kept beating and beating. It became a pity that I no longer have desires, and I quickly made a wish that all people in the world would never get sick. As soon as I wondered about all the people - on TV they sang "The Indestructible Union of the Free Republics." I sang too. I have this hymn on the back cover of all my school notebooks. I know all the words by heart. Dad turned on the light and shouted "Hurray!" And Mom shouted. And Masha and I, too. They wanted to clink glasses with their Buratina with their parents, but they did not allow it.

Masha whispered in my ear: "And now there will be gifts," and we looked at dad. Dad tugged at his tie, listened to something, and suddenly grabbed my hand: “Run! I hear there is someone on the stairs! This is Santa Claus! " We ran. Masha dropped the crown, and my cap fell off, but I picked it up. There was no one on the stairs. We looked at dad, and he dragged us up the stairs. "He ran away higher, catch up!" We ran from the second floor to the ninth, but did not find Santa Claus. Masha roared, but I restrained myself. The elevator doors opened. It was dad who came for us. “What, he says, have they missed Santa Claus? And he has already managed to come to our house and leave gifts for you. Faster to the elevator. " Masha stopped crying, and I thought that dad was lying. Santa Claus could not run away from us so quickly and return to our home with gifts. But dad did not deceive. The balcony door was wide open in the room, and real snow lay on the carpet, on which human footprints were imprinted! And under the tree was a gray bag, and there was something in it! I touched the snow on the floor and asked my mother: “Is it true that Santa Claus came?”, And my mother said, “Of course. You just ran away - and suddenly the balcony door swings open, the blizzard is such that you can't see anything, and Santa Claus appeared. In felt boots and with a bag. Says "Where are Masha and Lida?" I say to him: "Grandpa, and they are looking for you on the stairs," and Santa Claus apologized, said: "Eh, I don't have time to see them, other kids are still waiting for me," and left. " this blizzard, and Santa Claus with a bag. The snow on the carpet had already melted, and I remembered what traces there were. This is definitely from felt boots. Masha has already untied the sack and is now sniffing and rummaging in it. I climbed too. I push Masha, and she pushes me away. Only we still understood what kind of gift to whom. For me - the doll Juliet, and for Masha the railway. Ha, and Irka says that Santa Claus does not exist, and mom and dad give gifts. She's all lying. Mom and Dad didn’t even know that Masha and I had set the clock to chime. Only there is no tape recorder for some reason. Probably the next year will give it. When I grow up. Anyway, I don't even have any cassettes to listen to music ...

*** And soon the New Year. Soon it will be necessary to go to the Metro, and buy boxes of champagne, vodka, sausage, canned food. I'll have to call Masha, she always gets me good caviar through her husband. My white dress, in which I was at Zhenya's wedding in the summer, must be obtained. In my opinion, there is a stain. You need to give it to dry cleaning, if I don't forget. We need to decide where I will celebrate the New Year: at home, at a party, or in the country. You need to buy stockings and dig out white shoes. I don’t remember where I put them. I shouldn't forget to call Irka. She promised to give me a salad recipe. Make a list of gifts so as not to forget anyone. Son - an MP3 player, Masha - a toy motorcycle, for her collection, to mom - perfume and new mascara, she hinted shyly, and dad ... And dad I'll give this story. I'll give it to him over the phone, at midnight sharp. While the chimes are striking, and the anthem of Russia is playing. I will read it to him from the sheet, and hold back so as not to cry. As then. Twenty three years ago. On the stairs. On the ninth floor. When it seemed to me for just one second that my dad could deceive me ... (c)

When I was 10 years old, we celebrated the new year as a family. Mom, Dad and I. At 12 o'clock we left the entrance to the street to launch fireworks. While I was admiring the colorful lights, my father managed to run to the neighbors, take the bicycle that was temporarily lying with them, and put it under the tree, then return to us. I didn't even notice it. When we went back home, my happiness knew no bounds, then I believed in a miracle.

When I was 7 years old, my parents made me believe in a miracle. When the chimes had already struck, all of a sudden the lights went out in the whole house, and immediately after a second they went on, and there were already a bunch of gifts under the tree. thanks to them for the New Year's miracle.

1996, 2nd grade. And so in our provincial school they arranged new year masquerade... In our family, even normal clothes are a rare guest. Mom immediately honestly said that there was no money for a suit, one had to understand and forgive. But Dad was not at a loss: he found a stick in the shape of a pistol, painted it black with a marker, dressed me in a black turtleneck, trousers, attached a "holster" mitten, gave me his black glasses. I was a mobster. It was a complete sensation and delight. All those Musketeers, Batmen and Lions were crying with envy.)

I remember how on New Year's Eve my father and my brother and I chose a ring for my mother as a gift. A few minutes before midnight I quietly opened the door, rang the bell, as if I opened the door and ran to my mother with a box from Santa Claus. Mom then happily followed dad and bragged to him that Santa Claus himself had proposed to her))

I always believed in the New Year's miracle and every year the wish came true .. But one New Year's Eve, I made a wish not for myself, but for my friend, with whom we have been friends since the age of five. Fate has long scattered us around different countries... But we cherish our friendship no matter what.
I was very worried about her children, so I wanted her to become a mother. And on New Year's Day I made a wish that she would get pregnant this year.
A year passed, and she still did not become pregnant ... I waited. Then in October I decided to visit her for two weeks. And a miracle happened, in November the news of pregnancy ... that's when I told her about my New Year's wish.
Doctors set her deadline until August 6, and she gave birth on 12 ... on my birthday.

I want to tell you the story of my little miracle... That year, on the 31st, I returned from work frustrated, plans for New Year's Eve collapsed, the man went on an urgent business trip and I had no choice but to meet ng alone. I go into the entrance, bursting into tears, and Santa Claus comes out of the elevator (you know, people work part-time), he calls me and asks that on such a magical holiday I have tears in my eyes, and then I just burst into hysterics, he calms me down and gets me from his bag some box, this is for you, he says, and forgive me that I had to wait so long, but now you need it more, believe in miracles, daughter, and they will definitely happen. I do not have time to say anything in response, as he is already leaving the entrance. Deciding that there is an ordinary child sweet gift, I come home, pour tea and am going to seize my grief. There were no sweets in the box ... a box with a ballerina, clockwork, musical, green, exactly the same that I asked Santa Claus at 12 years old, writing him a long letter and sending him an airplane out of the window, into Last year, my faith in him. Naturally, no one gave me the box then. Now I am writing and she is standing on the shelf and playing, I don’t know who it was, a coincidence, an accident, or ..., think for yourself. But since then, I started to believe in miracles again!

In childhood, they did not live well. And somehow, one New Year's Eve, my mother simply did not have the money to buy something worthwhile for me as a gift. She took a beautiful packet and put various brochures from pharmacies and shops on it. And I was happy, because these were the "documents" with which I played business)

I remember when I was a child I used to decorate a Christmas tree with my family. beautiful toys- old, sprinkled, which you cannot find now. And there was a big ball among them of blue color, on which the phosphoric stars are drawn. It was a whole ceremony: open the box, take out the ball, "charge" the phosphorus under the lamp so that the stars shine in the dark with this special greenish light ... We always hung this ball on the tree first. From that moment, the magical expectation of the holiday began for us. The ball is still alive :)

I wonder who was who on New Year in kindergarten? I remember well one such holiday in the garden, all the girls were beautiful, someone was a beautiful snowflake, someone was a bright firecracker, Malvina or even a queen, and I ... I was TEST !!! Not only because there was no money for a suit, but because my mother was a music worker and came up with scenarios for matinees, and in one of them I got out of a huge saucepan, read a poem and ran away, and then changed into a beautiful fox)

Now there are so many beautiful, modern toys and decorations for the Christmas tree on sale, choose what your heart desires, the choice is huge! And I still feel incredibly tender and warm feelings for the old Christmas decorations from the 80-90s, which all families had the same: multi-colored cones, decorated birds, balls with snowflakes ... My favorite toy was a little silver astronaut. I still decorate the tree with this miracle from childhood and seem to be transported to the past.)

Recently, a dialogue took place with a guy:
- Honey, I have prepared a surprise for you! Guess where we will celebrate the New Year: the name of this place begins with the letter M, there is a sea and sandy beaches.
- Are we going to the Maldives ?!
-No, we will go to Murmansk for the New Year and admire the northern lights)

1998 December 30, my mother and I are in a trolleybus. Sadness, crisis, no money, the new year was gone: no Christmas tree, no tangerines, no gifts. We meet the dad of my friend Katya, with whom I am in a quarrel, he asks how I am doing, tells how Katya is doing, asks: have you dressed up the Christmas tree? We’re joking: we’ll dress it up in January, when the tree is given away for free. On that and parted. December 31, evening, the doorbell rings, we open - the FIRSTONE! Katya's dad brought it! Tears Happiness New Year ... With Katyuha to this day we remember and roar ...

I remember the new year 2000 very well. I was 6 years old then, there was practically no money, I only had enough to get to the theater square, then a whole ice town was erected there. Late in the evening, there are a lot of people on the bus and then I notice 500 rubles (a lot of money for that time) next to our seat, I tell my mother about this and she kept her foot on the bill almost all the way. We bought goodies and still celebrated the new year!

I love winter because I can finally write various pleasant "messages" on the foggy windows. And today, as usual, I wrote on the minibus window "May all your wishes come true!" and went to pay the fare. Mom and daughter sat in my place. The daughter immediately began to ask her mother what kind of inscriptions on the window were and who wrote them. Her mother, winking at me, replied that it was Santa Claus.

She walked angry through the old city, no mood, no snow. When I walked past the shop, I saw a mechanical toy singing a Christmas song, smiled and a second later it was snowing. The mood has risen, I write and still smile. :)

When I was 8 years old, on New Year's Day, closer to the night I was playing some kind of constructor on the couch. I sat so that there was the front door to the room behind my back, the tree on the left, at which I glanced every half a minute, and kept wailing to myself, they say, what a beautiful tree we have, and then once again looking around, I saw a bunch of gifts under it! That's how I believed in a miracle.
I had to sneak in with these bags so that I didn't even notice! Among other things, there was a teddy bear that had become a childhood friend. It still sits on my shelf, and I will soon be thirty years old)

In our childhood, when we lived in an old apartment in a five-story building, every New Year they decorated the staircase, painted symbols of the year on the walls (the neighbor was an artist). God, how beautiful it was. We lived on the 5th - top floor. And exactly at 00:05 after the chimes, all 4 doors opened. Music played everywhere. Everyone went to each other without fear that something would be lost and so on. Everywhere there was champagne, their own "special" salads. Gifts for us then children. It was magical. Friendly atmosphere)

The most unforgettable, warm, joyful and incredibly mysterious New Year I met in 2000. I was 7 years old and our grandmother and her company of cheerful and resourceful fellow classmates who participate in hikes, canoeing along the rivers of the Urals and Transbaikalia, tireless adventurers and romance seekers by nature, geographers and biologists by education, made a real fairy tale. In the snowy forest, they dressed up a real live tree about seven meters high, and with improvised home-made decorations like in the cartoon "Prostokvashino", they themselves dressed up in the costumes of Baba Yaga, Leshey and Santa Claus with the Snow Maiden, played a show, recited poetry and sang songs around the fire. they danced around the tree, burned sparklers and laughed. I will never forget this feeling when you are standing in the middle of the night forest, sparks from a fire play on the branches of trees and snowdrifts, and there is pitch velvet darkness around, chimes are beating on the radio and someone quietly says, winking at us, grandchildren, they say, do you hear a whistle? This is Santa Claus hurrying to our light. And we listen, with bated breath. At that moment I really believed in a miracle!))

I remember that on New Year's in kindergarten we were gathered in a large hall with a Christmas tree. Parents with photo and video cameras, smart kids, everything is as usual. We, children, were seated on chairs, after a while Santa Claus entered the hall, everyone was happy. Except for me. I sat and saw this terrible deception with my own eyes: Valentina Konstantinovna, our teacher, was dressed as Santa Claus. And when she asked the children a classic question from the cartoon for this holiday: "Guess, children, who am I?" auntie. I tore off the matinee. From that day, even a photo still remains, where the whole group, except me, puffed up or tear-stained, sits against the background of the Christmas tree. ;)

I was 11 years old when in the evening, before the New Year, I was sent across the street to get bread. I cross the tram tracks, and I see a box between the rails. Bent over to look - it's a box of sweets new year gift... I pick it up, and it turned out to be full and unopened! And there are no people around, no one is looking for a box. I took the unexpected gift home.
Many years have passed, but that feeling new year miracle I still remember.

Several years ago I agreed with a neighbor that on New Year's Eve he would come in, make some noise and leave gifts for my children under the tree. And now it’s one in the morning, I put the children to bed and say that you need to at least pretend to be asleep so that Santa Claus comes. The whole family fell into bed and pretended to be asleep. We hear the door open, someone comes in, says something and leaves, and when we leave the bedroom, we see gifts under the tree. If I hadn't organized it myself, I would have believed in it myself.))
Children have emotions and a miracle!)

I live separately from my parents. I went to visit them, on the way I went into the store and, among other things, bought chocolates. Ahead of NG, she decided to throw chocolates to them in the mailbox and a note, they say, from the assistants of Santa Claus. In the evening, dad comes and says, can you imagine, he found chocolates in a box, threw them into the garbage chute, you never know what, the time is hectic now. But I didn't notice the note!

Several years ago, celebrating the New Year with my family, I ran out into the street at midnight all in tinsel, tangerines in my pocket. After hugging with the neighbors, I went to the road to meet my brother, on the other side I saw a guy. He walked very sad, as if he was in no hurry. And around laughter, fireworks .. I felt so uncomfortable. I crossed the road and congratulated, held out the tangerines. He took it, smiled and left .. Every NG I remember him and make a wish: to everyone who is lonely, at least a little festive miracle and warmth in my heart!

When I was 5 years old, my mother at work organized a Christmas tree for the children of employees. None of the men agreed to be Santa Claus. During the celebration, I started looking for my mother in the crowd, and then Santa Claus came in, his eyes and smile were terribly familiar. I approached him boldly and asked: "Santa Claus, are you my mother?" I don't remember anything else, but I still feel warm in my soul every New Year because my mother is "Santa Claus")))

On New Year's Eve, my mother and my brother put a bag of sweets under the Christmas tree. And so, having considered all the gifts, my brother and I sit under the tree, pour out our sweets and exchange them. And if there are candy that we both do not like, we give them to dad. I'm 20, and my brother is 27. And we still do that.

From the first of December until the New Year, every day I throw in our mailbox a letter for my daughter on behalf of the Snowflake fairy. The letter contains a New Year's task and a small present. My daughter is looking forward to the New Year, a fairy, every day a small miracle happens for her personally.
I write letters in between things, I run and buy souvenirs at lunchtime, I struggle with coming up with tasks. For those around me, I am a gloomy, fussy aunt in a ridiculous hat with a pompom, but in fact I am a fairy :)

Our family has certain traditions for the New Year. The Christmas tree is necessarily real and always up to the ceiling. There are toys on it, those that grandmother and grandfather bought in the 50-60s, Santa Claus and the Snow Maiden are also from those times, my mother periodically glues and tints them. It is imperative that the lights are in two rows and rain down to the floor. (This is for a cat, she loves him very much. And she also loves to drink water from a bucket under the Christmas tree. This should be monitored - so that the tinsel is stewed as it is eaten and that there is always water). But the most important thing is sweet gifts for children !! This year, 4 such gifts are expected, for children 19, 20, 32 and 47 years old. And so that everyone is the same !!! (otherwise we will fight)). In general, what a blessing that every January 1, early in the morning, we find these traditional gifts"from Santa Claus".))

In my kindergarten on New Year's party all children were offered a choice of costumes (who would be the first to take). There were all sorts of animals; and so I liked the piglet's costume, and my girlfriend also liked it, with whom her friendship broke up on the same day. After going through tears, snot, a fight and a showdown between our parents, the suit safely went to me. And now I look at a photo from that matinee: I stand among the seals and hares, such a happy, toothless (the front one fell out the day before) pig.

On New Year's Eve, we do not just put gifts for children under the tree, but we leave a note from Santa Claus: "You thought the gifts would be so easy to get ??? washing machine... And there is a note again) and the kids run around the house for 5-7 minutes in search of the treasure, following the trail of the notes. You cannot imagine what a general children's delight !!! And now, before each NG, the child not only orders a gift from Santa Claus, but writes to be sure to hide it deeper!)))

Entering the elevator of my old nine-story building, I got used to smelling garbage, cigarettes, or something worse. And this morning it smelled like tangerines, the whole elevator. New Year is coming: 3

All the girls in the first grade at the Christmas tree dressed up with snowflakes and princesses. I, an animal lover, categorically did not like such cute costumes. Therefore, my parents and I came up with a dog costume. I had a cap with a dog's face. A tail, bib and cuffs from a polar fox were sewn to woolen pants and a sweater. Such a cute fluffy dog came out :) ... In the gym where the matinee was held there was a terrible dubak! All princesses were dressed in jackets and leggings! Vidocq was still the same! And I was very warm :)

I got out on one of the New Year's eve weekends neither light nor dawn from home. I got half asleep to the subway, at the station of which sleep vanished like a hand. Still: Santa Claus was coming down the steps to meet! Well, Santa Claus before the New Year (and after) is not very surprising, but it was not an ordinary Santa Claus! Это был Дед Мороз-негр! 88-oh Not some Santa Claus, not Kolotun Ata (or what is it in Turkic?), But our, domestic Santa Claus! A spectacle, I'll tell you
irrepressible! Especially for the mid-90s in Kiev. I came to my senses and almost twisted my neck in search of a similar Snow Maiden. But, unfortunately, I did not observe such. :(

Once we were sitting in the evening after a tiring day in the kitchen of my friend, and I must say that we both work as Santa Clauses, and we often tell all sorts of stories about the New Year. And so he told me such a story, a real one, he even showed me a photograph as proof: it was several years ago.

Once a man called him and wants to order Santa Claus with Snegurochka so that they congratulate his six-year-old daughter. This guy asked about the program for a long time on the phone, he was interested in whether he was an experienced Santa Claus or a beginner. I especially asked about shoes. It turns out that Grandpa came to him last year, a little tipsy and wearing sneakers. And his daughter noticed this and suspected something, began to ask daddy tricky questions. Dad was also very worried, did not want his daughter to have all this New Year's romance ahead of time to dust. And he began to select a worthy contender for the role of Santa Claus in a good suit, always in felt boots and with a luxurious white beard. In general, they agreed that a month later, at exactly four o'clock, Santa Claus (my friend) was to ring the doorbell of his apartment.

A month has passed, my friend is getting ready and going with his Snow Maiden to this man. And it’s a long drive, the outskirts of Moscow and from the metro still take a minibus to cut for about forty minutes. He gets into a minibus and quite by accident notices four more young people, guys-girls, with a characteristic load ( big bags and plastic bags, with some kind of clothes). He does not attach any importance to this, calmly gets off at his stop. Further, he already watches with great interest how these couples go out with him. And in a slender march, looking at each other, they go toe to toe to the same house. And more than that, to one entrance! My friend is starting to get a little nervous, and his fellow travelers are also clearly uneasy. They enter the entrance, politely letting each other pass, still in tense silence, and take the elevator to the same floor. Then my friend breaks through, and he asks a sacramental question: "And you are in WHAT apartment?" It turns out that they all came at the same time, and at the same time! Well, they stood in front of the door, talked and found out that, apparently, this man decided to play it safe, but his memory turned out to be bad and he forgot that a month ago he agreed with someone, and then forgot to cancel another order, and in as a result, all true to their word and very angry grandfathers Frosts gathered at his apartment ... What to do? The order is outside the ring, the road is distant and snowy, everyone wants to get money for the order ...

We all decided to go! Only at intervals of ten minutes. And off we go, first one pair, ten minutes later the second, and my friend and his Snow Maiden are the very last. Some say: "We are Santa Claus with the Snow Maiden from the North Pole." Others: "We are Santa Claus with the Snow Maiden from the South Pole." And my friend thought and thought where he might be from, and he said with annoyance: "And we, he says, are from the equator!" ...

The man was stunned by such an influx, stood in the corridor and blinked, but his daughter really liked it! She then told dad that it was her very best New Year! Well, what can't you do for a child? He had to pay all the Grandfathers! He, of course, was upset, but behaved well, even began to smile at the end. So they all took a picture there together, and this photo is still with my friend, and he shows it to everyone. And the girl, probably, has already grown up, but she still remembers this New Year.

There was a dispute in our company about which profession is the most dangerous. Some say one thing, others offer another. I listened to them and declare: you say, you put everything very convincingly, but still, the most dangerous profession is Santa Claus. (I, like many of the acting fraternity, earn extra money in this area every year). Well, the people doubted it.
- What, - they say, - in this area is so terrible? Can't you find your way home from drinking too much?
- But I, - I say, - will tell you a story from my practice, and you yourself decide: how much do we need to Grandfathers, a piece of bread gets.
Once they ordered me (as it is customary to say with us, Morozov) to congratulate the employees of one company. The manager (who hired me) turned out to be creative, unfortunately, and in no way agreed to Santa Claus appearing as a normal person - that is, through the door. In general, I decided that I would climb in through the window.
Well, the matter is, in general, simple - I have acquaintances of rock-climbing masters: they hung ropes from the roof of the building, insured me in a 100% reliable way, attached me to these very ropes and said: “Come on! Push off the wall with your feet - press the carbine - a meter down and slide down. And so on ... ”I hung my mobile phone on my belt - it’s necessary to appear exactly on the signal and climbed. The building is seven stories high, my office is on the third. Well, I think, I'll take my time to reach the fourth, but as soon as the signal arrives, I will instantly attract. It was not so. Somewhere between five and six, my beard caught on a carbine. He began to confuse and only aggravated. I took off my mittens, so that it was better, one down and dropped. Okay, - I think, - I'll hold one hand behind my back, maybe they won't pay attention. Began to disentangle further, and then the call. My name is. Right now, I say, I will unhook the beard and I will. I hurried, and she damned only curls worse around the ropes. (If you think this is a simple matter, I recommend trying it yourself)
While fiddling with a beard - the felt boot flew off. And on the car - some kind of thumped. She, of course, yelled, downstairs people began to gather. Some are laughing, and some are looking sternly upward (the owner of the car, apparently). Okay, I think the fur coat - almost to the toes - will not be noticed. How can you get your beard out of the way? I called up - my climbers - so, they say, and so, I say - go down to the rescue.
- We cannot, - they say, - only one set of ropes was captured. And your two may not stand it.
- What to do, - I ask?
- Cut it!
- So I'll fall then!
- Yes, not a rope, you foolish head, cut your beard!
- Got it, - I answer and drop the phone. A hand without a mitten froze - it's not May outside.
It's easy to say - cut! And how to cut something? There are no scissors, the ax also remained at home. I had to gnaw. (Have you tried chewing on Santa Claus's beard? And I don’t advise you ...)

In general, after twenty minutes I bit off half of my beard and hastily continued the descent. They promised to prepare the window so that I would just push from the outside and it would open. I in a hurry did not calculate and pushed so that it with a frame inside and tumbled in. Well, I don’t care - I’ve turned blue from the cold, I can see it through my make-up. Happy New Year, I say, with new happiness. And you answer me, there too! and squeal. I looked around and I see - they didn’t expect me here, oh, they didn’t wait for me ... medical Center, and even exactly to the gynecological office.
I will not tell you further, I think you will now believe that the profession of Santa Claus is the most dangerous.

New Year's Eve shopping. Dialogue in the store.
We have one shop here that has chocolate cakes all the time. Two types. "Caprice" (these are from Moscow), and "Quirk" (these are from Kharkov). With various additives and different sizes... Yesterday I went to this store and heard:
- Girl, tell me: do you have any whims?
- There are no whims today. But I have a big quirk. Show you?

New Year inspired. When my son was 3-3.5 years old, they decided to surprise him with Santa Claus for the New Year. The role of Santa Claus was played by my mother. And now, having dressed up as it should be: a hat, glasses, a beard, a sheepskin coat, etc. went out to the landing and began to call the apartment. My wife and I took him to the door and asked him to open it. Santa Claus is on the doorstep. The son's eyes are fifty dollars, his jaw dropped. Mother in a voice changed beyond recognition: "Hello, Zhenechka, did you recognize me?" Zhenya with a drooping jaw: "I found out, I found out, grandmother Zina."

Half an hour ago we celebrated the new year, spent the old one - everything is like normal people. Without staying at home for a long time, I gathered to see my friend at the apartment, where quite a few people should have gathered. I go out into the street - there is a full celebration in the form of launching all kinds of rockets and exploding firecrackers. A man sits on all fours by the road and tries to set fire to the fuse of the next rocket (the previous one started literally 10 seconds ago). A small yard dog jumps out from around the corner and begins to bark furiously at him. The man reluctantly turns his head in her direction (the drunk alcohol makes itself felt;) and with a braided tongue, at the same time full of the enthusiasm of the conqueror of the cosmos, gives out:
- OOO! Arrow!!! Right now we will START you too !!!

For 30 years I have carried this secret in me, such a heavy stone. I decided to tell about my secret now.
In the distant 80s, before serving in the army, my mother, brother and sister and I went to visit the Rostov region on the eve of the New Year.
December 31, great mood, our parents went to the dacha to celebrate the New Year. We, the young ones, stayed to celebrate at home in an apartment, I, my own sister, she was then 16 years old, a cousin of the same age, a younger brother and friends and girlfriends of my cousin.

For a couple of hours but the New Year, after drinking beer and Pepsi Cola, we were in a very high spirits, we laughed, joked and danced. The leader of the whole company was my cousin Helen, she was cheerful, playful and a great inventor. After another toast, Lenochka proposed to creatively prepare for the meeting of Santa Claus, and dress everyone up in the most ridiculous outfits. One girl was dressed up as Santa Claus, the boy as Baba Yaga, and when it came to my turn ... .. they decided to dress up as a Snow Maiden.

At first I rejected, but Helen took my hand and dragged me into the bedroom, pulled out a lot of her clothes from the closet and began to try on me. At first it all seemed like a joke to me. Lenka smiled, her eyes were sly and playful. I obeyed her, dressed nylon tights, a bra filled with soaked cotton wool, a dress, high heels, a wig. A curious friend helped Lenka put makeup on my face.

That's all, Lena said after thirty minutes, you're ready. I got up, went to the mirror and was stunned, in front of me stood a young, leggy beauty, brunette, I did not even recognize myself in this guise. Cool, I said. After taking a few steps around the room, I felt how the nylon and silk dress gently wraps around my body, once again looking in the mirror at my image. Cool, I thought, cool, I was already starting to like it.

To applause, I went into the common room where all the guys were sitting. Everyone liked me in my new guise.

Having met the New Year, we drank champagne and danced. The guys began to gather on the street, on the hill, to get some fresh air. The girls began to insist that I do not change, but go out into the street in a girl's outfit. Put it on, said Helen and handed me her coat and her mother's boots. After playing with the girl, I did not argue for a long time. And here we are on the street, thank God that the night was not frosty, children were running around, drunk passers-by. We got to the central hill, the guys went for a ride a couple of times. I was embarrassed, ashamed, suddenly everyone will understand that I am a guy. But I quickly got into my role, and the champagne played positively.

Having rolled on a hill, we fun company returning home. On the way, we met a man, he turned out to be a neighbor of my cousin, from the fifth floor, his name was Andrei, he looked 35 years old. This Andrei asked to visit us.

We sat down at the table, Andrei began to get to know the rest of the guys, when it came to me, Lenka said, “And this is my cousin Katya,” I lowered my eyes ... After champagne and a small meal, the girls jumped up from their seats and began to dance. Andrey came up to me, took my hand and dragged me to dance. I was silent, I was scared to give myself away. But, dancing in this guise and with a man much older than himself, it was even interesting.

After the next dances, we sat down at the table tired, but the trouble is, all the champagne and beer ran out.

Andrey offered to go up to him and take alcoholic drinks. - Guys, who will go with me for the company and help me bring bottles and fruits? He said, in response, Lenka looked at me with a playful look: “Katya, go with Andrey, help him.” ... I agreed. Andrey took me by the hand and led me to his fifth floor, telling me some kind of anecdote. From the knock of my heels on the stairs, my heart was beating violently, from the sensation of women's underwear, shame and from Andrey's strong, healthy hand. When he opened the door of his apartment, and said, Come in Katya, my heart almost jumped out.

I went in, looked around his apartment, the sparkling Christmas tree, the set table, the TV on. He invited me to sit in a chair, I sat down. He looked at his knees in a capronchik, and from this shame, pulled his skirt up to his knees, Andrei smiled, poured a glass of vodka and handed me, Happy New Year! he said. Then he lit a cigarette - wait, I'll collect everything I need, and left the room. The traditional Blue Light was on the TV.

After a while, he entered the room. What I saw was a shock for me, Andrei was completely naked, he quickly came up to me, sat down next to me and hugged me by the shoulders. I tried to pull away, threw his hand off my shoulder, but he forced me to sit down and kissed me on the lips. I screamed. - I'm NOT a girl, I shouted, I'm a guy, this is mine new Year costume! .. he mumbled in response that he does not care who I am, and that he wants me. I was very scared then, I was defenseless, in women's clothing.

At that moment I was still a boy, I did not have sex with girls, I did not know what to do in such a situation. I cried. Then he got up, came so close to me that it became even more scary for me, his cock stood, was so big and hairy. - Touch him with your hand, do not be afraid, he said. In a boldly he took my hand, and stuck his penis into it. I could feel his cock, it was so hot, hard. I thought it was a dream. - Caress him, Andrey commanded, - more tenderly, even more tenderly, Andrey did not stop.

I held his organ with my hand, in fear not understanding what to do, then squeezing, then unclenching my fingers, I looked at his huge penis, and tears rolled down my cheeks. At some point, he still approached me, touched his hand to my head and said, - kiss him. Nooo, I shouted and jerked. It all happened very quickly, holding my head, his cock was in my mouth. - Suck it Katya, suck ... he groaned ... Andrey began to move quickly, breathe loudly and sniff. And, suddenly, my mouth was filled with something hot, tasteless, the gag reflex worked.

With one hand he held my head, with the other hand he held his penis, shooting one after another his charges of sperm, on my face, into my mouth and smearing them on my lips. When he finished, Andrei lit a cigarette, gently hugged me, looking into my eyes and said to me “- you are a cool girl, you did it, you are great, you’re just a beauty”. I had such a mess in my head, I did not know what to do and what to say to me. I really wanted to quickly run home and not see anyone. Andrey got up, went to the table to pour vodka, I examined his body, chest, stomach, and everything below was hairy, not like mine, a solid sausage hung between his legs, and his ass was so white. Then I examined myself, am I really a girl?

I asked myself this question. I drank the second glass of vodka without a snack, I wanted to get drunk. I asked him for a cigarette to kill the bad taste of his semen. When I smoked, he grabbed my hand, lifted me to my feet and asked for a dance. During the dance, he tried to put my hand on his organ, from which he tensed and increased in size. After the dance, he lifted me in his arms and dragged me into another room. Again I felt terribly scared.

We fell on the bed, he started kissing me again, touching my sides and legs. I resisted. When my and his strength dried up, we lay motionless for a while, then his hand lay on my chest, he began to squeeze it, and then through the neckline of the dress he reached my nipple, and began to tickle him so gently. I let him do it, but after a while, I began to feel some sensations, to be honest, I was pleased when he gently caressed my nipple. When he took off his pantyhose and panties, I didn't care. When he entered me, my feelings and sensations were overwhelmed, I did not understand what was happening to me. I realized this a little later, when I first learned what an orgasm is.

I left him the next day. I was very ashamed to look into the eyes of all the guys, my sisters. Only Lenka smiled and sarcastically said “- Well, Katyushka, she lost her virginity, now you are our full-fledged sister, well, how great was it, did you like it?

Everyone present laughed.

And in the evening Andrey came and returned my tights. I was sitting in another room and I was very ashamed to go out, they were talking loudly and laughing about something.

Before the long new year holidays there is very little left, but you have work, preparation for the holidays, a choice of gifts and absolutely no time to relax? Or maybe not even that " new year mood"That everyone is talking about so much?

Do not be sad! We have selected for you short stories and stories of your favorite authors, which will improve your mood and will not take much time. Read on the run and enjoy the New Year and Christmas!

Gifts of the Magi. O.Henry

14 minutes

Readers know this story almost by heart, but still, year after year, they remember it on Christmas Eve. The story of two "stupid children" who sacrificed the most precious things for each other has inspired us for over a century. Her moral is this: no matter how poor you are, love makes you rich and happy.

New Year's holiday for father and little daughter. Alexander Green

11 minutes

A very short and bright story about a man who spent best years life for some kind of work unknown to the reader and who did not notice how his daughter grew up.

V " New Years holiday... ”one can feel the coldness and hopelessness that the author himself experienced in an unheated St. Petersburg room in the terrible year of 1922, but there is also that warmth that only close people can give. In the case of Green's hero, this is his daughter Tavinia Drap, and in the case of the writer himself, his wife Nina Mironova.

Angel. Leonid Andreev

25 minutes

Sasha is a thirteen-year-old teenager from a poor family, flighty, embittered, accustomed to endure beatings and insults. On Christmas Eve, he is invited to a Christmas tree in a rich house, where the boy is surrounded by the clean and happy children of the owners. In addition to this, he sees his father's first love.

But on Christmas, as we remember, miracles happen, and Sasha's heart, which until now was gripped by an iron vice, melts when looking at a toy angel. In an instant, his usual rudeness, hostility and callousness disappear.

Christmas tree. Tove Jansson

15 minutes

A charming story about unknown to science, but so beloved by Moomin trolls. This time, Tove Jansson described how a family familiar to readers celebrated Christmas. Not knowing what it is and how it is celebrated, the moomin family managed to arrange real holiday with a Christmas tree and gifts for whips (even more mysterious animals).

The story, of course, is for children, but adults on New Year's Eve will also be pleased to re-read it.

Anniversary. Narine Abgaryan

20 minutes

A realistic story, devoid of even a hint of magic, nevertheless leads to the most joyful New Year's thoughts. "Jubilee" is a story of friendship, old and just acquired, a break with an unpleasant past and the hope of fulfilling all the promises made with the onset of the New Year.

Christmas Eve . Nikolay Gogol

1 hour, 20 minutes

Both adults and children know that the blacksmith Vakula had to make a deal with the devil himself for the sake of Oksana's slivers. "The Night Before Christmas" is the brightest, funniest and most atmospheric thing in Gogol's cycle "Evenings on a Farm Near Dikanka", so do not consider it a work, take an hour and a half for the pleasure of spending time with your favorite characters.

Not just for Christmas. Heinrich Böll

30 minutes

A fly in the ointment in our barrel of honey: a satirical tale of how Christmas suddenly became a daily intolerable torture. At the same time, the whole essence of the holiday, its religious and moral implications came to naught because of the love of people for "tinsel". A masterpiece by Heinrich Böll, Nobel Prize Laureate for Literature.