Christmas Story For the Children of the Third Millenium
Once, long ago, on the outskirts of a city, lived an old master who made toys. All year master them with love and patience. They were
great toys and not resemble one another.
On Christmas Eve, old master leave the city to sell toys. People in that city were not too rich. Master toys sold them anything.
But that's not reduced to nothing the joy of making toys that children enjoy, by tradition, on Christmas morning. Until a year in which ...
The master had sold all the toys and came home. On the outskirts stopped to look at a window. He knew that there lives a poor family and wondering what toys or children have received the house.
Two children dream out loud: “If we had a lead little soldier, only one, we would be enough ...” “We play together and we've never argue for it. “
The old man knew he did not left any toy and hard would be willing to devote at least one. What wonder! The lead little soldier just a sunrise, do not know where the bottom of the bag. And thus the desire to fulfill the three poor brothers.
On the way home, the old man thought: "I wish I could do so many toys that give each an every child in the world, but especially the poor, which he has someone else to buy. And what was going on, thinking he saw a baby deer in the snow which I watched with sad eyes.
Poor creature, what does it hurt? It seems that the deer is chicken leg injuries. How he knew and what was at hand, the old man has tied the wound and helped him up. When that delicate creature spoke in a voice clear as a child: “ Now I see you have a good heart. Your wish will come true.”
As the earth was a magic sleigh flying onto some wonderful reindeer. And the old man rose with them in glory starry sky, to a world of fairy tale. Even his clothes are poor and changed in some unusual red clothes. I could not tell how and where to wear magic sleigh .
In a later felt as smoothly down a snow-bound bound, where we expect a box with lighted windows. A lot of those stories dwarfs as they experienced joy.
Dwarfs were hardworking and Handy, ready to plunge. Materials are found in abundance, because nobody knows how, multiplied again and never stops. And the old master got the dwarves and guide them along toys were always more and more beautiful. For each child in the world, on which toy she wants.
The carolers arrive on Christmas Eve. In every house, they bring great news of the birth of the Lord and wishes a good and fruitful year.
Later, when the night is left, pătucurile children in their bed. Still ringing in the ears longer rumor of carols: "O, what wonderful news ...". Then sleep and dream ...
But, still, to dream?
The night in which their children's dreams true. The next day, on Christmas morning around the tree decorated, joy has no edges. None of them was never forgotten. And after the feast, the children have named Santa Claus, and so remained until today.
Therefore, in this holy feast days, when we all sit around the table loaded with goodies, we must not forget the poor. Santa takes care of them once a year. We must always think of them.