I remember all the stories about the "Kings", and how they were distributing the presents to the good kids. I remember the stories about how the Camel, the Horse and the Elephant (the "Reindeers" of the kings), changed their size to enter by the most incredible sites to our homes, under the door, by the window, by a little hole, etc. (here the houses haven't chimneys)
I want to be a kid again!
PD: Laury, ¿no se supone que los camellos pueden resistir semanas sin beber?
esos reyes eran muy traviesos