Christmas Darling
every day I feel more sorry to see you cornered with the intent to be able to get your total elimination. I read with sadness that the Socialists want to ban nativity scenes in all public schools in my city even skipping the right of the majority, it suffices that a father did not want to look there for all the other parents have to accept that and can not be banished to the delight of children who understand nothing of politicking.
First
gladly accepted, but not for my part I must say, the intrusion of that fat red dress every bit loose a stupid smile and that was eating our beloved land and all Kings the excuse that he came before and the children could enjoy more of their Christmas presents, as if a year is not out a year even if you start counting from the date it is. Where are those wonderful nights when children aguzábamos ear to hear them coming but I always sleep overcame us and therefore his arrival was another year in the mystery of knowing how trickled into our homes? The morning of Kings was the only one that did not put any qualms in early, we abalanzábamos on the shoe that had left clean and Relimpio to collect those toys that were not always what we had ordered but which we found what we found, we never felt disappointed.
And now that it is enough for us and some now want also to one side our beloved crib, that that we built with such love and work, I must say. The first day we went to look for moss, rocks, dirt and small branches that serve to appear that they were trees. Then discussed where the portal had to go, where would that runs the river of silver paper that often moved and had to return to its proper place but that these movements never choked anyone in the gardens we did collection and the land on which they planted lentil growing rapidly and immediately saw the harvest, then the moss that served as a meadow and there we placed the sheep we had to drive it hard if not many fell upside down, could not miss the shepherds, a well, pigs, ducks, chickens and sometimes as high as a castle. But perhaps more interesting were the three kings who were on the road and overtook every day a bit to get closer to the site where it was most important, the tender figures could never miss: San Jose, Virgin Baby Jesus, and the ox and the mule that warmed him.
many sang carols before the birth, most of the time completely out of tune, but that if a coup noisy castanets and tambourine. They were happy days, happy, where there was missing illusion, that which is renewed every year as if it were something new when it was actually something repeated year after year, long before we were born with the idea that continue long after even when we no longer be here to celebrate it never crossed our mind that something so beautiful could be attacked and eaten by those people who do not care that children lose the illusion of turning such a special time in a materialistic, consumer mere gifts but with none fantasy.
Goodbye Christmas, Goodbye, I never thought I could get to see something and have to say goodbye you, but the ogre devouring everything that smacks of religion in a hurry to delete everything and that everything going well these days cribs and hope they provided.
