Then I called the translator to ask the boy because he had two babies in the manger. Crossing his arms and looking manger and over, began to repeat the story very seriously. To be a little boy who had only heard the Christmas story once told the story accurately until you reach the part where Mary put the baby in the manger. Then Misha started to add. He invented his own ending to the story by saying, a Oey when Maria laid the baby in the manger, Jesus looked at me and asked if I had a place to go. I said, “I have no mother and I have no papa, so I have no where quedarmea . Then Jesus told me I could stay with him but told him he could not because he had no gift for him as had the others.

But I was so anxious to stay with Jesus, I thought I would give you a gift. I thought that if I could keep warm, that would be a good gift. I asked Jesus, “If I keep you warm, would that be a good gift?” Jesus said, “If you keep me warm that would be the best gift you have given me. ” a Asi I got into the manger, and then Jesus looked at me and said I could stay with Ela forever. “As little Misha finished his story, his eyes brimmed full of tears that splashed on his cheeks .

Putting his hand over his face, his head toward the table and his shoulders shook as he sobbed and sobbed. The little orphan had found someone who would never abandon or abuse it, someone who would stay with Ela FOREVER. Thanks to Misha, I learned that what counts is not what you have in your life, but who you have in your life. I do not think what happened to Misha was imagination. I believe that Jesus really invited him to be with l a FOREVER. Jesus makes this invitation to everyone, but to hear it should be child’s heart. Author unknown, translated and modified by the team SCTJM Collaboration Mexico Eduardo Contreras Serrano We wish all readers a happy Christmas and we invite you to remember what Mother Teresa of Calcutta on the party and the feeling of the real Christmas. It is Christmas every time you smile to a brother and hold out your hand. It is Christmas every time you’re in silence to listen to others. It is Christmas every time you do not accept those principles that the oppressed exile outside of society. It is Christmas every time you hope to those who despair at the physical and spiritual poverty. a It is Christmas every time I humbly acknowledge your limits and your weakness. a Ph.D. in education, masters in business administration: quality and productivity, education Engineer-Manager, Advocate. Teaching and research postgraduate holder UC.