♪ Christmas croissants ♪

It's been a long time since Christmas. Well, there's no time to remember. A little bit of chording between a big bouquet or two little bouquets, and finally thinking that two are better: one for himself, one for the other. There is a great fear that the noodle swelling will fill a hole in the center, and the garlands will not match. What can I get you? It's like all the molds in your hands are too big. And suddenly, these little glasses are great. The size of the small caliber and the size of the small wreath appear to be commensurate. A glass. Is it gonna burn? Bad is bad. Later, it turned out that the cup was not broken and that it had worked well. It was feared that the two rings would swell to squeeze each other and keep them as far away as possible. The result was ideal, just to wipe each other out. Christmas wreaths, like a little sugar powder and a simulation of snow. The sugar canister was turned out, but only the walls were found to contain a small amount of sugar powder. Scratching and scratching with a spoon, pulling down a little bit, and spilling on bread, even a little snow。