by Maria Meidiatami Kira
A little boy--with red hat on his head, brown sweater, and black trousers--walked on the edge of the street.
He was about six year-old. He lived in a small-old house with his parents.
They were poor, very poor, but they lived happily in that small house.
Once, in a snowy day, when the boy was making a snowman, a man came to him.
"What are you doing, boy?"
"I'm making a snowman, a huge one."
"Oh, I see. What for?"
"Sir, tomorrow is a christmas day. Jesus will come, but I don't have anything to give.
I just can make him a snowman."
"You don't have to give anything, boy, He still Loves you."
"No, sir. I wanna give him anything I could give, because He gave his heart for me, for all people. I love Him."
The man was smiling. He saw the boy was running into his house. He said, "You are loved."
The little boy told his parents about the conversation with the man. His parents were so happy that they had a son like him. Then, his father asked, "Have you ever seen Him again, son?"
"No, dad. I'll never see Him again, maybe."
"Why did you say that?"
"He has a lot of things to do. He loves every child in this world. He is Him, dad."
His father stopped his activity for a while. He was surprised by the answer of his son.
"How do you know?"
The boy was smiling and answered the question.
"I see a bright eyes when I talking to Him. His heart is shining, and I see a hole on his hand. He is Him, dad, I knew it."
The boy's parents were looking each other and smiling.
They spent the night with singing the song and praying.
The joys of christmas were filling their hearts.
They were blessed,
in their sweet home,
on the edge of the street.
(:
a simple christmas story~
They were poor, very poor, but they lived happily in that small house.
Once, in a snowy day, when the boy was making a snowman, a man came to him.
"What are you doing, boy?"
"I'm making a snowman, a huge one."
"Oh, I see. What for?"
"Sir, tomorrow is a christmas day. Jesus will come, but I don't have anything to give.
I just can make him a snowman."
"You don't have to give anything, boy, He still Loves you."
"No, sir. I wanna give him anything I could give, because He gave his heart for me, for all people. I love Him."
The man was smiling. He saw the boy was running into his house. He said, "You are loved."
The little boy told his parents about the conversation with the man. His parents were so happy that they had a son like him. Then, his father asked, "Have you ever seen Him again, son?"
"No, dad. I'll never see Him again, maybe."
"Why did you say that?"
"He has a lot of things to do. He loves every child in this world. He is Him, dad."
His father stopped his activity for a while. He was surprised by the answer of his son.
"How do you know?"
The boy was smiling and answered the question.
"I see a bright eyes when I talking to Him. His heart is shining, and I see a hole on his hand. He is Him, dad, I knew it."
The boy's parents were looking each other and smiling.
They spent the night with singing the song and praying.
The joys of christmas were filling their hearts.
They were blessed,
in their sweet home,
on the edge of the street.
(:
a simple christmas story~
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