There are a few more days and the holiday of the birth of the Lord is coming in, and on December 25th.
The joy of Christmas makes sense because it comes to the world of the Savior of the World that will escape the humanity of sin manifesting with love among men, expressing itself by the beautiful gesture of giving to each of us something, either spiritual or material. In order to receive it, you must also give in turn.
Santa Claus was created by Christian mythology, coming on the night of December 24 to December 25, with gifts to both children and adults, his first appearance being located in time in the third century, being associated with a lay Christmas representation.
It is said from ancient times that he lives somewhere far away in Lapland, Finland, being a fat, sweet-faced mosquito with a white beard clothed with red clothes.
At home to him, when sorting and packing gifts, he is helped by a team of gentlemen, sympathetic and cute like him, and who work hard for Santa Claus on the night of December 24 with a sleigh drawn by reindeer, including the famous Rudolf, to give everyone a gift, especially to the children making them happy.
For example, I have always believed in Santa Claus, because I had a symbol to believe outside of God, and in particular my grandparents determined me to believe in his existence and why not in the ephemera appearance of the evening of December 24th.
Even now I think he always feels thrilling to think he will visit me and give me something I wanted in my gift.
But now does not come to Santa … who can give me a gift? In order not to fall into this dangerous trap that could affect me mentally, I always get something to symbolize that Santa Claus has not forgotten me, and brought me a little gift. Are not they thinking wrong? I’m convinced not.
When I have some bangs running through the shops, feeling the fever of Christmas, the crowd also seeing many people buying things and things, from sweets to toys, children or for them.
Usually I do not buy very expensive things though I would like, but those things being symbolic put in boxes under the Christmas tree, bring me the joy of another time since I was a baby and we were looking forward to the opening of gift boxes. What an extraordinary feeling !, even now, thinking that Santa Claus has not forgotten me.
Other times I do not have anything under the Christmas tree, I know, for various reasons, and then I go in the evening no matter how long I can have an unforgettable chance to meet him.
But once in a situation of this, I went to a nearby store to buy something. I did not have much money but it does not matter.
But out of the shop with a bag full of nicely packed goods, I noticed in a corner a child, scorched by cold, that begging for some money to have what to eat.
I tell you honestly, at that moment I came across an old bed of children that I knew from childhood a story Andersen’s “The little girl with the matches”, the image of the child in the corner associating her with the little girl’s story. Everything was like a movie in my mind.
That moment made me feel humble and helpless, as if I were sitting in the corner of the grocery store. The image was sad and overwhelming. I said in my mind, “Let’s be Santa Claus once and give him something.”
I immediately went to a carriage, and bought from the little money that I had in my pocket two hot sandwiches and a bottle of juice, thinking that maybe in that way, I will invest the child also giving him what like a small gift of those I bought.
I approached slowly, looking carefully at him. He was young, I think he was about eight, perhaps less, poorly dressed and dirty, but who stood with a mangled hand for the mercy of God, to every passing person.
Many were passing, but few turned their heads towards him, but even fewer offered them some probability of mercy.
I dared and I approached him, the fragrant smell of the warm sensations in my hand, gladly gnawing at the nose of my nose that fretted to the hungry feeling, making him swallow up.
I asked him out of a natural curiosity what he was called and he responded courageously that he called him Ion, and ran away from a House of Children for fear of the supervisor, which made me think he was not a common beggar, on the street .
I said to him, “I will be Santa Claus tonight for you tonight,” but he looks at me with disbelief, but probably with the thought of the two hot sandwiches in my hand.
“I offer you something to eat, something to drink and a small gift,” but on the condition of going back to the Children’s Home, do not get sick on the street for it’s almost night and it’s cold.
With a sweet but confident voice, he promised to come back. I gave him the food and a small gift as I told him, and I felt he was staring at me with joy in his eyes, because for him the poor was the first meal of that day, and after eating he will leave as he promised me.
I expected to eat, then I went to the other side of the store to see it and see what it was doing. The baby after eating and drinking the juice spent several minutes to admire the gift he received and enjoy, then stood up from the sidewalk and left.
For me it was the greatest happiness I had that I managed to be Santa Claus for a bitter child.
What would you do, If you were in my place? I am convinced that you have done the same, because the heart and the soul have a special love, special for your ancestral seed.
That was the most beautiful gift I ever gave in my life, I was Santa Claus for a poor baby for a few minutes.
Dec 20th, 2017