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There may be snow on the roof, but there's fire in the belly.

The first snow does not mean winter, nor the first love marriage.

Cease your snow balls casting.

The nightime March snow disappears by day.

A year of snow, bodes a good year for olives.

Whether you boil snow or pound it you can have but water of it.

From snow, whether baked or boiled, you will get nothing but water.

In spring no one thinks of the snow that fell last year.

The north wind does blow, and we shall have snow.

The crow said: Oh, my snow-white child.

Before you love, learn to run through snow without leaving footprints.

No matter how much snow falls, it won't remain there all the way till summer.

You can't make cheesecakes out of snow.

Silver beels:

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style;
In the air there's a feeling of Christmas Children laughing, people passing, meeting smile after smile, And on every street corner you hear.

Silver bells, silver...

White Christmas:

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write...

Martisor - the celebration of spring

Martisor is a Romanian ancient tradition, it’s been dated for 8000 years, which celebrates the beginning of the spring on 1 March. Is the celebration of joy, freshness, the victory of Good against Bad. The...

The Night Before Christmas

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack....

Caroling, caroling

Caroling, caroling, now we go,
Christmas bells are ringing.
Caroling, caroling thru the snow,
Christmas bells are ringing.
Joyous voices sweet and clear
Sing the sad of heart to cheer.
Ding dong, ding dong,...

Grandma got run over by a reindeer


Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa we believe.

She'd been drinking too much eggnog,...

Over the river and through the wood

Over the river and through the wood
To Grandmother's house we go.
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the woods,
Oh, how the wind...