New Year's holidays are deservedly called a time of miracles. But is there a place for this very miracle in adult hearts? We all come from childhood, but for some reason, growing up, we forget about what was so important many years ago. Do you remember the snow-covered drifts, the whistling of the blizzard, and how we were afraid to go home so that we wouldn’t be driven out because our lips were trembling from the cold? What about the broom used to shake snow off warm jackets? What about letters to Grandfather Frost and trying to stay awake on New Year's Eve to see how the good man is hiding under the tree with gifts? Yes, everything is changing, people are becoming more rational, but one thing will never disappear - belief in miracles. This tale is not only for young readers, it will help each of us return to the arms of wonderful memories of snowy days. I am for magic, for open hearts, and so that this faith remains not only among children, but also among adults!