Christmas is near

Christmas is near. A memory of Jesus without Jesus, for the laughter of the third world at war, for the children and teenagers who walk in the cold streets of the lower city, in their stained streets where the teenagers meet each other on the head or these eye meetings to Fights lead to love, in the slums of concrete cemeteries, slums that take a new shape from cheap colors, colors that fade with the first sunrise or rain, like the dreams of children there. Trembling hands lift a wrinkled shirt, fathers who don't have money to buy gifts walk this cocaine-fueled hallway past broken wine bottles and broken lamps, broken homes and broken souls to put a fake smile on the family. They are preparing. The crucified Jesus looks down and regrets why not everyone is happy on the day of the celebration and not everyone can drink a cup of coffee from the top cafes of the city and dance in the snow with real joy. But hope has made the children make artificial ornaments for themselves, a wooden elf that dances like a Latin dancer when you pull a string, a donkey, a dog, a glass snow, a red bird, a blue bird, a canary... this is a gathering It is an annual ornament, which children have set up for themselves with their creations. Stay on the artificial tree, the artificial pines full of LEDs will never replace the real pines that are the nests of the birds, everyone is celebrating but a worried and apprehensive mother facing her children and on the other side some people in the melancholic war who do not They know who they are at war with. Santa Claus meets with black and white angels and brings news from Jesus, who says that the real celebration is when the children of the third world are equal to the first world, when some people salt the blood of others to make their celebration and their gifts more expensive. And no one should worry at least that night. Merry Christmas