Christmas [Theme] Page 4

Sometimes I open the sliding door and I hear Christmas is coming. Passers-by talking about who is going where and who is going to buy. I listen as clerks, madrasis at the Christmas co-op, yelling songs. Sometimes I crawl out and see how wicked couples making out in dark corners. And think about the fact that this is a stolen soft - start of something or, conversely, the end.

And in every moment performed a miracle
But to understand him is impossible,
Flocking gold sparks from there
Like drops of radiant rain.
Sometimes will flicker behind heavy cover
Leading directly up the path,
Such a light, as God's word,
But how do I get there - it is impossible to know.
And every moment people celebrate hidden
The delight of dying and Christmas,
And in every heart, as in the temple of the forgotten,
Sounds undercurrent of the speech of the sorcerer.
But just in case you forget, forget how to listen
And again come the darkness of dawn,
And in that darkness polychaetsa soul
And huddle, shivering, the fire to the fire.

Silent night. In the open firmament of shaky
Stars of the South tremble.
The eyes of the mother with a smile
In the nursery a quiet look.
No ears, no eyes extra,
That cocks crowed -
And the angels in the highest
Praise God shepherds.
The nursery quiet shining eyes,
Lit Mary's face.
Star choir to a different choir
Hearing a quivering pressed.
And over It's burning high
The star of distant countries;
With her are the kings of the East
Gold, myrrh and frankincense.

There are countries where people don't know century
Neither blizzards nor loose snow;
There is only unmelted snow sparkle
The tops of the ridges of granite...
Fragrant flowers there, bigger star
Bright and elegant spring,
And there are brighter feathers of birds, and warmer
There is breathing Aqua...
In such a country, fragrant night,
When you whisper laurels and roses
Happened coveted miracle vooju:
The Christ Child Was Born.

Reese criss cross tying,
A candle tied to a stick,
Fluttering angel small
Flies to the forest, the light-faced one.
In a snow-white silence
From porknet will pine to pine,
Touch a candle, the mote -
Crack, flash light,
Rounded, tremble,
As for the thread, run
Here and there, and here, and here...
Winter forest shines all!
As easy as it snow the Pooh,
Christmas winged spirit
Illuminates the heavens,
Driving holiday in the forest
So of heaven and earth
Lights to meet could
That between heaven and earth
Fired up the beam other
To light small candles
A long beam, like a sharp sword,
Heart light pervades,
The path to the steadfast pointed out.

Today is Christmas,
the whole city is waiting for the secrets
he sleeps in frost crystal
and waiting for: going to be magic.
Blizzard took possession of him,
similar to the dream.
In the cathedrals awe of candles and the singing,
and incense silvery smoke.
Under the chime of bells
clogged with bell heart.
And the fate of its not escape -
from Christmas magic words.
The spring of heaven - the words source,
they are of flame and light.
And in the world, and in the poet's soul,
and the word will be reborn a God.
Cold, the snowstorm-the magician,
your magic element
transform in other worlds
the whole land, city and people.
Meet will be miracles
so easily, in the crowd,
and suddenly the music is similar
will be the human voice.

It was a time of miracles,
Spavalica the words of the prophet,
Did angels come down from heaven,
Star rolled off the East
The world of redemption expected -
And in the poor manger of Bethlehem,
Under the song of praise of Eden,
The baby marvelous shone...

The Magi came. The baby was fast asleep.
The star shone brightly from the sky.
The cold wind snow in the snow raked.
Rustled the sand. The fire crackled at the entrance.
The smoke was a candle. Fire curled crochet.
And shade the shorter
then suddenly longer. No one knew the terms,
what the life account will start from this night.
The Magi came. The baby was fast asleep.
Steep arches nursery was surrounded by.
Whirled snow. Billowing white steam.
Lay the baby, and the gifts lay.

A Christmas story preserves the appeal because it does not offer theoretical explanations to the mysteries of life. Instead, it refers to the birth of the baby and hope that this birth two thousand years ago gave to the world. When Jesus only came to light, he recognized only a few. Now followed by billions. I'm sure his idea of peace on Earth and kindness to all will never become obsolete. I'm sure that these ideas need us as never before. Wish you a merry Christmas.

Each time I remember
The day you went away
And how I would listen
to the things you had to say
I just break down
As I look around -
And the only things I see
Are loneliness and emptiness
And an unlit Christmas tree.
Every time I remember
The day you left,
And words
You had to say
I'm just torn,
When I look around
And everything you see around -
Loneliness, sadness
Not decorated Christmas tree.

Try and imagine
A house that's not a home.
Try to imagine
A Christmas all alone.
That's where I'll be
Since you left me.
My tears will melt the snow.
What can I do
Without you, I got no place to go.
Try to imagine
The house is not a home.
Try to imagine
A Christmas spent alone.
So I'll be spending time
Since you left me.
My tears will melt the snow.
What can I do?
Without you I have nowhere to go.

He's going to have to break the packaging, the box and fourteen procrastination!
- It will be very noisy!
- We will Wake the baby and he will see Santa!
- In 1816-m Santa noticed it, too, began to persecute. He was forced into hiding! No Christmas for six years! And the elves alone!
Calm down people, now is not 1816-th. Captain, your "Ho-Ho" is equipped with super-modern IMS sensor connected to the missile program. Determine the location of the batteries and have cut the gift wrapping.

- What's that?
Card Santa Claus. We use it every Christmas for centuries. To say there is not your brother, but the world remained the same.
- What is this!?
I have no idea! The first time I see!
Is coming to town!
Here, you insolent, had built things! I remember the first time flew over Chicago...
Chicago wasn't on the map?
- Well, where are we? But see! No, it's Beijing. Well, as this hole is called? The-ro-n-that.
- Toronto is in Canada!
Santa always come through Canada. Nobody lives here, a quiet place.

You're coming with me.
- I!? At the same time!? Over there!? Together with these!? No, no, no, no!
- I'm 136 years old, I can't manage alone, I need an elf.
- I can't fly the sleigh! I even a bike can't ride without the stabilizer!