Russian New Year Traditions

I woke up at night. It’s a weird feeling when you wake yourself up quickly as if someone punches you at the back. I was about 9-year-old child, but still remember that night. I saw my daddy in his pajama, leaning over the New Year Tree. He tried to rustle gift wrapping as quietly as possible. I hid under the blanket and watched while he was laying out our presents. When he left, I wondered if I should first check the presents or go and shout proudly: “Aha, I knew that Father Frost was you, Daddy!”

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