In a remote village in the country, Christmas Eve, a little boy went into the woods in search of an oak log burning in the fireplace, as he wanted to tradition, the holy night.
lingered longer than expected and occurred in the darkness, he could not find my way back home. In addition a heavy snow began to fall.
The boy felt anxiety attack and he thought how, months earlier, had been waiting for this Christmas, that might not have been able to celebrate.
In the woods, now bare of leaves, he saw a tree still green and took shelter from the snow under it: it was a fir tree.
coming up very tired, the baby fell asleep, curled at the foot of the trunk, the tree
lovingly lowered its branches to let them touch the ground so as to form a shelter that would protect from snow and cold the child.
the morning he woke up, heard in the distance the voices of the villagers who had put his research and left his shelter, he could embrace with great joy to his fellow villagers.
Then they noticed all the wonderful spectacle that occurred before their eyes:
snow falling in the night, leaning on leafy branches, which had folded flat to the ground, he had formed of garlands, decorations and crystals, in the light of the sun was rising, seemed bright lights, of incomparable splendor.
In memory of that fact, the tree was adopted as a symbol of Christmas and since then in every home is decorated and illuminated, as if to play the show that the inhabitants of the village saw in that distant day.
The boy felt anxiety attack and he thought how, months earlier, had been waiting for this Christmas, that might not have been able to celebrate.
In the woods, now bare of leaves, he saw a tree still green and took shelter from the snow under it: it was a fir tree.
coming up very tired, the baby fell asleep, curled at the foot of the trunk, the tree
lovingly lowered its branches to let them touch the ground so as to form a shelter that would protect from snow and cold the child.
the morning he woke up, heard in the distance the voices of the villagers who had put his research and left his shelter, he could embrace with great joy to his fellow villagers.
Then they noticed all the wonderful spectacle that occurred before their eyes:
snow falling in the night, leaning on leafy branches, which had folded flat to the ground, he had formed of garlands, decorations and crystals, in the light of the sun was rising, seemed bright lights, of incomparable splendor.
In memory of that fact, the tree was adopted as a symbol of Christmas and since then in every home is decorated and illuminated, as if to play the show that the inhabitants of the village saw in that distant day.
Source: faidate.bloggit.it
Hopefully, in the name, reception, integration of religion and blah, blah, blah, we do not also take away these wonderful dreams!
Nottolia73.
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