Finally is it dark.In winter is not necessary to wait,darkness comes very early.Parents turn on the lights of the christmastree and go into the kitchen.
And now the fable is visible.
She enters the room and sees only the twinkling tree in the darkness.
One step nearer.One more.
Old toys wake up.Blue house with snow and icicles on the roof opens it’s door and a small man comes out.He walks the path of balls till reindeer,than till white hare ,then together they go and go (she turns the tree) and reach the red moon,they continue their journey,meet other characters and beautiful places….
One year her father clothed like Santa Claus and put home a sack with all possible gifts.The girl could not belive her happiness.She chanted and danced and said poems for every gift……Some days later her parents found her crying in a corner.”Why?”-“You don’t love me.You have gifted nothing to me for Christmas…”-“And the sack of gifts….?”-“No,those were from Santa”-“You are so a great girl,you know,there is no Santa…”-“It’s not true.There is Santa, and he came to me and took gifts for me!” Nothing to do,the poor parents had to buy other gifts for the doughter.
That girl is old today.Her children buy gifts for their little girls.
She don’t believes Santa Claus more and said me,she don’t has the special Christmas-feeling in the last years.Maybe it is strange, to hear something like this from an old woman,but it’s pitty to lose this sence of wonder,said she.
I thought about this story and asked my friends what is the faith.As a person that had atheistic roots,I envied people that have REAL faith.But now I think faith is when we feel that there is something wonderful in the life.Life is a miracle.