not remember when was the last time he had believed in Christmas, do not get along with the zest that aroused in people that time, which everyone seemed to float on a magic potion of happiness, while others seemed to sink in silence, struggling to stay afloat and not be submerged in a deep loneliness.
But that Christmas had not started with the same apathy, something inside asked to smile and share their joy, to breathe deeply every particle of that cold December air, admire those lights adorning their city ... And that something that had changed their world, were the eyes of that child who walked wrapped in his arms, his son. A gorgeous looking boy, who was born that year and was teaching a nice lesson, because what I was feeling could not be otherwise, must be what everyone called "the spirit of Christmas."
But that Christmas had not started with the same apathy, something inside asked to smile and share their joy, to breathe deeply every particle of that cold December air, admire those lights adorning their city ... And that something that had changed their world, were the eyes of that child who walked wrapped in his arms, his son. A gorgeous looking boy, who was born that year and was teaching a nice lesson, because what I was feeling could not be otherwise, must be what everyone called "the spirit of Christmas."
(For Elena, hope you like and serve you for what you want. A big hug)
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