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  • Noel Papa

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    Nov 29

    He was what my father said one day of one many last Decembers. I felt the impact of that phrase. now? who goes to help ' ' Noel&#039 papa; '? He will be that it goes to leave this? Then I was imagining a store without movement, with the empty shelves, only with one brinquedinho here, another one there, and one velhinho stopped behind a balcony, seeing the time passing, monotonous. It was my vision of poor Noel. Iglu did not see an old one in the North Pole dying of cold in one. I was accustomed to see the store of the imported electronic Zona Franca full, toys, with a tourist mount entering and leaving. In the Christmas, then, the lights and musiquinhas revitalized everything. Now, Noel was poor, behind a balcony, without merchandises and musiquinha.

    I do not know if it was in the same year, but in an eve of Christmas vi mine two new sisters earning, each one, one joguinho cheap of xcaras of plastic. We costumvamos to gain good gifts. In that year nor he had supper. All year had one, and also visits to the grandmothers. My parents had entered in house with two small ones. I remember in the frustrate way as they had given the small gifts for them. They had said some half thing without skill. For me and oldest, nothing.

    We two are in the patio, looking at we do not know what, without saying nothing, with the faces of tacho. He started to rain, we are one there tempinho feeling the respingos, later we enter and we were to sleep. From that night, I perceived that this business of Christmas and ' ' night feliz' ' he was badly counted. Not for not having earned present, but for having seen the semblante sad of my parents. Then I started to be intent the things on the Christmas that the church does not comment, and I convinced myself exactly that it was everything badly counted, since the date of the birth of Jesus until the ornaments. Until I decided that day 24 of December a good date of confraternizao is pra me, only this, without being with weight in the conscience to be esnobando the anniversary of Jesus, therefore, after all, is not. Happily today the truth on gifts is another one. All year the foot of the tree in the house of my mother is full, overloaded of gifts, but I confess: I continue not believing the Christmas. Nor in the Noel, it mind very.

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