He had had a very good Christmas and New Year. There was one thing that he didn't like. Grandparents, parents, siblings, uncles, aunts, cousins, friends and other family, they had their right to their wives or partners. His age, thirty years. More or less, always had been associated with girls, having, most of the times, acceptably. It began with a phrase affectionate or a change of photos and ended with a us verenos. Your mother said To you there is that hacértela custom. Not thought about it more, he Began to write his letter to the three Kings. Melchor, Gaspar, Baltasar. East. I Am Augustine. I wish that Your Majesties, bring me hither the ideal woman. Beautiful, intelligent, siimpática, rich interior life. Sent urgently. Went to the parade. I shouted. I Am Augustine! ¡¡Augustine!! The Kings looked at each other and guiñaron an eye. He returned to happy home. It would bring her! Cleaned up a shoe, filled it with three cups of sweet liqueur, escrbió a catel grande: ¡¡Welcome!! Organized everything. Went to bed nervous. Slept.