Christmas 9.00

In stock: 433 pcs
Reference:
4740352114661
Issue Date: 25.11.2010
Designer: Liisa Hallik / Maarja Kotkas
Number: 466-25.11.10
Stamp zone: Other stamps
Stamp type: Self-adhesive
0.58 €
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Description
Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!Fluffy snowflakes are playfully swirling up and down. "The evening has somehow become very quiet," I tell them and put two small gingerbreads into my mouth. On that day there is something extraordinary taking place everywhere. It is a mixture of pumpkin jam and black pudding, spruce needles and brisk air, candles and presents packed into colourful paper. I sit on the sledge, holding my bag in front of me and merrily slide down the hillock. "There seem to be more of you than usual," I tell the stars and eat another gingerbread. Santa's helpers march across the icebound lake, I pat them on their shoulders and run home. The others are waiting for me already. Happy Christmas!
Product Details
4740352114661

Data sheet

Quantity issued:
400000
Perforation:
11¼ x 11¼
Printer:
AS Vaba Maa
Print:
offset
Sheets:
2 x 5
Size:
26.5 x 32.0 mm
Primary theme:
christmas
Year:
2010

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