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CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
There was once, in a small town, an old parish priest famous and respected for his wisdom and goodness.
His parish, quite far from the central square of the town, remained almost ignored and dark throughout the year. However, every December, as Christmas approached, the entire street of the church seemed to acquire its own light. It is true that the disproportionate Christmas tree that the old man armed in the cypress of the path, in front of the church, radiated an incomparable brightness, but it was not only that. Each brick in front of the old building seemed to light up from within and illuminate what until a few hours before was one of the darkest streets in the neighborhood. From the other side of the town you could see the luminosity that seemed to expand from the old parish rising into the sky.
Maybe that’s why, perhaps because of the nobility of the old priest, pure man of soul and spirit and priest of unbreakable faith, perhaps because of the sum of all things, Christmas brought to the people a fact that for many represented his Christmas miracle.
Every year, by this time, all those who had an unsatisfied desire, a wound in the soul or the imperious need for something important that they had not been able to achieve were going to see the old priest. He met with them, listened to them, and called them to prepare their hearts for a miracle before twelve o’clock on the night of the twenty-fourth of December.
When the expected day arrived and everyone was gathered in front of the parish, the priest still lit some more candles around the tree, and then recited a prayer in a very low voice … as if it were for himself. They say … that every Christmas God listened to the words of the parish priest when he spoke.
They say that God liked the words he said so much, they say that he was so fascinated with that Christmas tree illuminated in that way, they say that he enjoyed this meeting so much each Christmas Eve … He could not resist the priest’s request and he granted the wishes of the people who were there, relieved their wounds and satisfied their needs.
When the old man died, and Christmas approached, people realized that no one could replace their beloved pastor. When December came, however, they decided to put the Christmas tree in front of the parish and illuminate it as the priest did in life.
And that Christmas Eve, following the tradition that the priest had instituted, all those who had unsatisfied needs and desires gathered on the path and lit candles as they had learned from the old parish priest …
There was silence. Nobody knew what the old parish priest said when the tree was fully illuminated … As they did not know the words, they began to sing a song, recited some psalms, and at the end they looked each other in the eye sharing their pains, joys and fears aloud in that same place, around the tree. And they say … that God enjoyed so much of those people gathered around the cypress, in front of the old parish, united in their desires … that although no one said the right words, he still felt the desire to satisfy all those who were there. And he did.
Since then every Christmas Eve in that parish, around that special tree, some miracles occurred, possibly in honor or maybe (why not?) By the priest’s influence. Time has passed and from generation to generation the wisdom has been lost …
And here we are. We do not know which is the town where the parish is. We never met the kind old man, let alone know what his ‘magic’ words were … We do not even know how to put our tree together the way he did …
However, there are two things we do know: we know this story, and we know Christmas is coming. And they say … that God loves this story so much … that he enjoys Christmas stories so much, that it is enough for someone to tell this legend and for someone to listen … so that He, pleased, will satisfy any need, alleviate any pain and grant any wish to all. those who still, even a little, believe in the magic of Christmas. I hope it’s true!