On Christmas night, when you want to believe in a miracle
The weary traveller walked softly through the streets,
He went to every door, to every door
And patiently persistently knocked on the door.
With the light of heaven the star illuminated His path,
A dead cold carpet of snow covered the city...
Again the strange Traveller stood wearily on the steps
In quiet humility, he waited for an answer to the knock.
There, outside the Windows, people were having fun,
The lights of the cheap garlands glittered brightly,
Children were playing pranks and dancing fervently whirled,
Pleased the heart of the sparkling Christmas trees & nbsp; outfit...
It was probably too loud and noisy,
To hear someone knocking that night
In the door so long, insistently, quietly and timidly...
And, after waiting, he walks slowly away...
Only once did the door bolts open,
To congratulate the neighbors to go to visit.
The door swung open... and there was a Stranger...
- O! Who are you?
"I'm Christmas...I would like to bless you...
"Are You Christmas?"! That's a great joke! :)
Are You Santa Claus? Christmas elf? Santa Claus?
Where are the gifts? Have you already given them away?
"I am Christmas, I am the Christ born in the manger.
"Oh! Everything is clear! You are a Saint who believes in God!
I'm not in the mood to hear about sin today...
You don't look like Christ at all!"
God is a GOD, not just like You...human :)
The Wayfarer cringed as if he'd been hit hard...
And fixing unearthly eyes on them
He said softly:
"I came down to Earth voluntarily,
I was born to link Heaven with Earth...
"We all know...but God is not in fashion today...
I want a Christmas tree, gifts, lights, celebration...
But about God...we in the Church put like
A scene recently about a manger, Christ, Christmas...
We have a home, thank God, work, health,
And the Lord gave the children both patience and strength;
Money enough to arrange a feast for the holiday..
What do we want?! God has blessed us profusely!
We are peaceful people, we do not wish harm to anyone,
To the poor and beggars on bread that we have-we give,
Strange travelers, as you can see, open the door...
You come in. Feed and even pour!
Maybe you got the door a little wrong today?
We believe in God, we can read prayers,
We have known the way to the local Church since childhood,
So, thank you, no need to bless us...
The wanderer was wearily silent and then smiled,
With His feet the snow dusted off slowly on the threshold
"Well, thank you, good-bye! "he left with his back turned...
"Hey!& nbsp; merry Christmas to you, wanderer! You're a God after all! :)
He straightened his thin cloak with a pierced hand,
As if he didn't hear the mockery and laughter...
Quietly left illuminated by a celestial star...
Snow covered the ground like a dead cold carpet...
In the warm houses everything sparkled, glittered, danced...
Everyone expected the wonders of Christmas that night...
The lights went out...
Christmas was forever leaving
A city that lived and made noise...but he was already dying...