Merry Christmas

Christmas, for some, reflection time, of happiness others say, of celebration. A baby was born in a portal he was to save the world. He was born naked like all newborns. We know so few things of his childhood, apart from the well-staged manger. Some, few writings, say he had brothers. In some mural painting, he is seen holding the mother's hand while the father took another child. Was it the little one? Was he the eldest? With whom he played, he ran, he swam in the river if he learned to swim, nothing is known. How he became a preacher and mass leader, either. They were divine gifts tell you, did not go to college or hire a coach because he was innate in it. He had to be a good salesman, perhaps the best that ever has been, that he and the seller still speak now. He sold hope, encouraging people to endure the evils they suffered, promising a better life. Consolation of the weakest, of the sick, of the poorest, of those who flee from hunger and war, having lost family and friends and their home, the elderly, dependents, those who have good will and want a better world. For others, Christmas are a days of meetings, some family members, others of colleagues and friends, preparing excellent meals, making many toasts, brand new clothes, making the “tió” shit for the little ones, decorating the Home, are days to go to concerts, to see a good musical show. The time dedicated to the holidays of Christmas live in peace, serenity, joy and much love.