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In this Christmas time ...

Christmas ... What are the holidays ...? What really are? So much is written about them already ... and still like ... too little. And if none of these words was not able to pay the whole of their uniqueness?! Because if you can not at all extraordinary about to describe in words!?
Christmas ... striping is still many years in our faces surprise, surprise, with this ... already, that only after all ... November ... the autumn ... with the time clock beats so fast ... too fast ... so hard to keep up with ...! A One and so do you not doing this ... coming as every year ... at usual time ... so punctual ... with a stopwatch in his hand ... knocking on our door quietly and relentlessly reminding that this ... NOW!
What are the Holy? And if you can define them? You can like everything. I acc. definition of Christmas is the celebration of Christmas. It is a liturgical feast is constantly accruing on December 25 by. Gregorian calendar, preceded by a three-week waiting period called Advent. This Christmas traditions and symbols, such as wafer, nativity scene, Christmas tree, carols ...
So much for a definition ... But what are the holidays ... really? Is
feast only on the snow-white tablecloth wafer ... Smell of Christmas trees ... sound of carols ... how will the Polish ... Is it tastes and smells remembered from childhood ... And food, which you can not miss the Christmas table ... ? Is it ... free space for a late guy ...?
Or maybe ... This inscrutable and inexplicable wave of emotions flooding our hearts warm ...? Is the joy of a child ... when he sees the first star in the sky ... and family gathered at the Christmas table ...?
And one thing is certain ... This time the magical, unique, unique.
Christmas ... It always stuck in the heart of the fragrances and flavors remembered from childhood. Only, which stores the in the heart as the most expensive talisman. And who, every year at the same time, as soon as August closes his eyes, they return ... Again and again, not to leave you!
Christmas ... This fragrant tree forest, with its white angel cut out of paper at the kitchen table in the winter, long nights, with glued so clumsy childish hand angelic your hair ... Such a simple and ordinary ... In August put a whole whose heart ... And which we can not forget. It's a gingerbread heart ... This walnut wrapped in gold paper on the candy ... This cone brought straight from the forest ... This wydziergana crochet a star from the remnants of the old grandmother's lace ... It's a long string of thin colored paper, so laboriously dressed in winter evenings ... This gold-plated heart ..., which with the later anointing in this one, the only evening zawieszalo August on a green tree ... It's light candles in the shape, replace later, fearing the fire, the real.
And all the wonders done for a long time before the holidays, how jealously to hold in August after a shoe in a box, until Christmas Eve, and then ... until the next i. .. again to the next ... as the most expensive gems, of which there can be a way surely forget!?
Christmas ... This long, feverish preparations, starting as early as December .... This whole list of errands and things to do, we have stored on the calendar long before their arrival.
Christmas ... the smell of chopped almonds and vanilla ... It closed for a long bath ... I lived in it ... Mr. Karp, as he called it. Mr. Karp whole in silver scales, fins on the sides of tumbling for narrow tubs and water rozchlapujacy the blue-and-white tiled bathroom and looking at his astonished the world, rybimi, eyes. And we are impatient voice: finally kill the fish, let it not fly! And the voice of his father and let him live a little more! And my timid in defending Mr. Carp: a can to it so ... release into the river? And we have a serious face ... the feast without the desecration of carp, surely! Desecration? I did not understand so to the end meaning of the word, however, felt subconsciously, it must be something terrible, and the Holy ... it must be ... Something really important.
Christmas ... This is how will the vicissitudes of fate .... and each of them is another, separate card recorded history in our lives, our own, unique and unrepeatable.
Christmas ...? It's someone's face ... someone's eyes ... engraved in the heart as a monument of stone ...
Christmas .... This ... small white-gray, with odgryzionym and so funny falling to one side ... uszkiem dog, who sat with us a Christmas Eve dinner to the table ... And our joy, and his huge, painting in the eyes of terror, that maybe ... it's just so ... for a while ... and from then again when it runs out this Christmas time ... time of good deeds ... August will send him there, whence came ...!? Because surely time for the animal charity it can not last forever! And that's a great joy that ... But it really ... and the time of good deeds does not have to surely never end!
Christmas ... a whole range of feelings ... and those who are joyful and the sad and how will those painful. That joy pulsating in the air, the baby laugh ... when the nose to the cold glass przylepionym lookout for the one and only star, giving rise to Why did you ... Why have the extraordinary?! And this cry of joy ... that he is ... and that just appeared! And the great untold joy and a sudden, indescribable desire ... hug to the heart ... the whole world!
Christmas ... Images and events are buried there somewhere in the recesses of the soul, and each of them could be a separate chapter of our lives .... so inextricably intertwined with the next.
Christmas ... This ... detained under the eyelids, picture ... a row of brick houses with white windows, so equal and the same as anywhere else in the world! It is a time when among the brick walls and empty streets, the word "Christmas" ceased to have any meaning. And stopped beneath the eyelids and tears swelled swelled with every minute and hour ... And when, in December's frosty night, rickety car buried under snow, the highway was going ... Just on and on ...! And it's a huge sense of relief at the sight of friends homes and full of hustle and bustle 's Christmas streets. And tears of emotion at the sight of ... snow-white tablecloth on the wafer ... smell of chopped almonds mixed with vanilla ... carols sound ... this very Polish. That smell ... so touching ... a unique and unrepeatable. And when the word "Christmas" again nabralo significance.
And a picture of other world ... other streets and houses, where instead of a Christmas tree in the gray - white tablecloth among glazed gingerbread, red steel, Nicolaus of pekatym abdomen and tones in his hand, which jumped touch of a button like in a trance, singing "Jingle Bell" and laughing loudly at the same time, pobrzekiwal tones, as if to drown out everything that is important. And my surprise ... with, and so too can i. .. with it the holy.
Christmas ... It is engraved in the heart of the image of ... Then how strange and alien boy who appeared so unexpectedly in this Christmas time ... as if only waiting for this ...!? And then when I was thinking that maybe ... Little Prince, is not some spirit exiled after it ... to convey some sort of extraordinary to me the secrets ... by opening my eyes and heart ...!? And I use the word feast, had a new, as yet unknown to me SIGNIFICANCE !?
Christmas ... What really are?
Is this picture ... This December, clear day, when the sludge by the snow-covered forest to the snow-buried hut of Helena and Wladyslaw ... holding my breath, as usual, at the sight of her extraordinary beauty ... And while paving the way among the heaps of garbage came to the kitchen and stood breathless before ... white grandma's cupboard with glass panes and those funny minor drawers ... to the bottom of the dig ... already yellowed, but still the footsteps of former White extraordinary ... Christmas candles with metal buckles and metal lichtarzykami in the shape of spruce twigs ... How can uniquely beautiful! And when I saw a picture under my eyelids ... Helena ii Wladyslaw when the Christmas Eve put them on christmas, przyniesionym from the nearby forest, which is so fragrant ... like no other, the tree ... I like the line up beside him with his hands clasped on his knees ... and see the warm candlelight, warming himself in their splendor. I felt the smell of that tree, so intense, like never before ... and warmth of candles gently illuminating their faces.
candles were the skuwajacego plasters and doing general order in the hut Mr. Henia ... wywalone and burned. I did not understand Mr. Henryk my reproach and sorrow for this disgusting rubbish, as I called them, became angry at the end saying, Lord, surely buy a new, enjoy it ... burned, the devil you the entire dump! Malo is a junk crashing down in the woods! Go and see the same!
I went. I went to the forest as soon as the snows melted and revealed all the powywalane human abominations and filth. I sludge through the forest ... with lowered head and clenched his mouth, ashamed ... look in his face!
Forest and his entire wealth ... is also Holy. Forest, who endows us with fragrant pines, which then with the anointing set in the corner ... frying mushrooms for Christmas Eve dinner and then enjoying the smell and taste. I get it ... ot, so ... just ... a gift for us ... People. The forest is
Chojna and patient ... and waits, hoping that the time of charity for HIM ... forest ... maybe one day will come ... in a circle, next feast!
Forest and its inhabitants or animals ... Those that live in freedom ... is also the feast. And although I have always thought that only Birds really are free ... And those that live in shelters, which should be ... actually good, even very good, because they are surely under the care of ... MAN. And the circus ... lest people have interest ... and horses ... and these short, very short chain in a hurry anyhow booths shacks ... Animals, for whom it does share many different holidays such as the Great - Maly. And so to the end though it is difficult to say who is this big, and who this little ... And if you Mali - a CI with a big heart ...?
Christmas ... This is a time of charity for the people ... for animals ... time when the tide of kindness so suddenly flooded our hearts. And when normality is a holiday.
Christmas ... This one's loneliness and ... someone's hope ... and our empty space at Christmas table ...
Christmas ... is ...?
And so much that you can still write ... and say ... And then there are none of the words will not give up what they are ... really. And all of this and so will ... though not enough.

And all that great and I wish this little joyful, such
opening eyes and hearts
world and send a Christmas angel.