Christmas was coming, oh what a treat! Tati's office was buzzing, so festive and sweet. Little Eliza, just five years old, Came to play, but proved to be gold!

While Tati prepared gifts for his team so dear, Eliza played 'round the office without fear. But this clever girl, with a twinkle in her eye, Was secretly helping, oh my, oh my!

When bonus time came, and treat bags were shared, Eliza got called to the boss's lair. The "boss" (her Tati) had a surprise in store, A bonus and goodies, just like the others, and more!

Eliza beamed proudly, feeling so grand, A real team member, isn't that brand? But Tati wondered, as fathers often do, "Does she know about money? What will she do?"

So off they went on a shopping spree, To teach about spending, just Tati and she. Through toy shops and candy stores they did roam, But Eliza's choices made Tati's jaw drop to the ground!

Two books she picked, with pages to turn, And socks hand-knitted, so cozy and warm. At the sugar house, just two candies she chose, And a small bottle of water to wash it all down.

For Mummy's birthday, a secret surprise, Socks just like hers, hidden from prying eyes. "I'm tired now, Tati," Eliza did say, "Let's head back home, if that's okay?"

Tati stood amazed, his lesson unneeded, For Eliza's wisdom had far exceeded His expectations of a girl so small, She'd taught him about spending, once and for all!

So remember, dear readers, big or little you be, Wisdom comes in all sizes, as you can see. Eliza proved that day, with choices so nice, That sometimes it's children who give the best advice!

Eliza was a jolly little lass, With a birthday near Christmas, oh what a blast! At six years old, so happy and bright, Her imagination soared to dizzying height.

While others wrote letters to Santa with care, Listing toys and treats they hoped he'd share, Eliza was busy with her own creations, Too caught up in her imaginative sensations.

"Write to Santa!" they all would say, But Eliza just smiled and continued to play. Until one day, while out for lunch in town, She picked up a pen and jotted this down:

Dear Santa,

I hope your elves are having a ball,
Making toys and treats for children all!
Lots of love to your reindeer so fleet,
And to you, dear Santa, here's a treat:

Ho Ho Ho!
(I can do it too, you know!)

P.S. You need a break, that's true,
So here's a wish just for you!

Lots of Love,
Eliza

Her parents read the note with surprise, Seeing the world through Eliza's eyes. For in her funny and loving way, She'd thought of others on this special day.

You see, Eliza had a heart so pure, Finding joy in making others' joy endure. She didn't ask for dolls or games, But wished for Santa's happiness all the same.

With courage and kindness, she'd start, To make the world better, playing her part. For Eliza knew, at just age six, That love and laughter were the best of tricks.

So remember, dear readers, as you grow, Like Eliza, let your kindness show. For the greatest gift you can impart, Is the love and joy within your heart.

Eliza is 5. Driving back with just Eliza at the back, returning from the "river" walk in Devin and not knowing, Eliza is so unwell, she will be visiting a hospital in the next days.

I saw her in the rear-view mirror smiling. I am smiling back. "Eliza, why are you smiling?"

"I did not know what to do, Tati. And decided to be happy."

Eliza is 4 and we are about to leave for school back to England.

Aiming to reflect on the days and beauty passed I am asking provocative question: "Are you not going to miss the mountains, sea, old town and theatre from Bulgaria."

The one shot kill in a calm, slightly defocused response, as if coming from another dimension: "No, Tati.". A pause. "I make my own fun wherever I am."

On a warm summer's eve, with the sun sinking low, Eliza and Tati were all set to go. To her favorite restaurant, they headed downtown, Where a playground awaited, to turn frowns upside down.

But on their merry way, a poster caught their eye, Announcing jazz music under the starry sky. In the old town's amphitheater, notes would soon soar, A concert so special, it was hard to ignore.

Six-year-old Eliza, with wisdom so rare, Turned to her Tati with a thoughtful air. "Daddy," she said, with a twinkle so bright, "Could we have quick dinner and hear jazz tonight?"

Tati was puzzled, his eyebrows rose high, "But what of the playground?" came his surprised reply. "My dear, I thought slides and swings were your goal, Not trumpets and saxophones playing jazz soul!"

Eliza just giggled, her smile full of glee, "Oh Daddy, the playground will always be there for me. But tonight's jazz concert is a one-time treat, Let's trade monkey bars for some musical beats!"

So off they went, to dine and then dance, Under stars that twinkled, in a jazzy romance. Eliza had taught Tati a lesson that day: Life's sweetest music comes when you're open to play!

Remember, dear readers, as you grow big and tall, Like Eliza, be open to the world's lovely call. For adventures await, both big and small, When you're willing to trade the expected for magical!

In the heart of town, where Sundays bring delight, People gather 'round to dance with all their might. Traditional steps and music fill the air, Creating magic beyond compare! Little Eliza, just five years old, Knows these dances, every step so bold. She’s watched them all since she was three, Dancing with Mummy, happy as can be! “Oh, how Mummy dances!” Eliza would say, Watching her twirl in that special way. Though Mummy’s new to these dances too, She learns them quick - wouldn’t you? One special Sunday, bright and clear, Eliza and Tati did appear. The town square bustled with joy and song, And Eliza knew she could dance along! “Come dance with me, Tati!” she gave a sweet plea, But Tati looked worried as worried could be. “I’m not like Mummy, I don’t know the way, Perhaps we should watch others dance today.” But brave little Eliza, with sparkles in her eyes, Said “Tati, dear Tati, we just have to try! It doesn’t matter if steps go wrong, The fun is in dancing and singing along!” Tati smiled gently and made her a deal, “I’ll learn these dances, that’s how I feel. We’ll go to dance classes, just you and me, But for now, dear Eliza, dance free!” So into the circle our Eliza did go, Following the rhythm, moving to and fro. Just like her Mummy, brave and bright, Dancing with joy in the warm sunlight! Now every Sunday, when dancers appear, Little Eliza brings so much cheer. And guess who’s learning to dance with grace? Tati’s in classes, a smile on his face! The End

A story about bravery, family love, and the joy of dancing together. Perfect for bedtime reading or sharing special moments with your little ones.

Eliza was a lively little lass, With bravery and beauty unsurpassed. At just four years old, so bright and bold, She set off for Bulgaria, a story to be told.

With Dad by her side and grandparents near, She explored the land without any fear. From sandy beaches to mountain peaks, Her summer was filled with exciting weeks.

The sun shone hot on her golden curls, As she splashed in the sea, chasing fish and pearls. Then off to the mountains, a kayak in tow, They camped on an island, where adventures could grow.

In a city so ancient, with history galore, Eliza danced through streets paved long before. The amphitheater echoed with her giggles and glee, As she imagined the shows of what used to be.

But all good things must come to an end, It was time to pack up and homeward wend. Back to England with Mum she must go, Leaving Dad behind (but not for long, though).

Before she left, Dad asked with a grin, "What will you miss most, my little pin?" Eliza thought hard, her face scrunched up tight, Then answered with words that shone so bright:

"I'll miss you, Daddy, until you come back." Her honesty left Dad's heart off-track. "But what about mountains, sea, and sun? The old town and all the Bulgarian fun?"

Eliza just smiled, wise beyond her years, And said words that brought Dad close to tears: "Tati," she said (that's 'Daddy' in Bulgarian, you see), "I make my own fun wherever I be!"

Dad hugged her close, his heart full of pride, For his little girl was joy personified. No matter where Eliza's adventures might lead, Her spirit would bloom like a magical seed.

And so ends our tale of Eliza's vacation, A story of love, fun, and imagination. Remember, dear readers, wherever you roam, Adventure and joy can make any place home!

On June the First, a special date, When children worldwide celebrate, Tati told Eliza with great glee, "It's Children's Day! How lucky we'll be!"

But Eliza just gave a puzzled look, As if Tati spoke from a strange, foreign book. "Dress up? Get presents? Go for a walk? Why today?" she seemed to balk.

Tati explained with patience true, "It's your day, Eliza, through and through!" But our clever girl, with a mischievous grin, Changed the subject with a funny spin.

She giggled and played, as on any day, While Tati kept trying to have his say. "It's special!" he'd cry, "Let's celebrate!" But Eliza's interest just wouldn't inflate.

As she prepared to leave with Mum, Tati thought the day would be humdrum. But then Eliza, with eyes so bright, Gave Tati a gift - oh, what a sight!

A drawing she'd made, with love and care, For Tati on Children's Day, so fair! For in Eliza's world, so sweet and true, Giving joy to others was the best thing to do.

Tati learned that day, with a heart full of pride, That in Eliza's love, real celebration resides. Not in presents or parties or dressing up neat, But in sharing happiness - now that's a treat!

So remember, dear readers, as you grow, Like Eliza, let your kindness show. For the truest joy, as you'll come to see, Is in making others happy as can be!