The magic of Christmas you give the children ...
... And so I found myself back tears in front of a choir of angels ...
will have the skills and perfect their voices that touched my heart, look at those big eyes wide open and astonished in front of the snow that falls down into the church (thanks to a special effect) ... or children without the knowledge that this festival becomes meaningless ... which is not to be better or more generous or more hypocritical as some may think, but simply reflected that the pure heart of the sweet little child cradled by Mary Pope and from which so tender that they look almost helpless. And it's even more paradoxically, feel in their hearts to be our children. Pure and simple as only when we were kids we could be. Free those smiles, those games and dreams.
Pausing to see the lights seem to have no peace.
Knowing that the future must be better because they deserve to still be able to dream a nice Christmas every year.
E 'Christmas ... it every day. Greetings!
