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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 2 - N° 85 - December 7, 2008

  Translation
FELIPE DARELLA - felipe.darella@gmail.com
 

Christmas Spirit

 

They were in December. The last days of classes brought joy for the students because it represented the arrival of vacations, the holidays, trips and fun. However, it also brought a bit of sadness, since the everyday life with each other, would cease to exist.

At the end of the school year, as she said good bye to her students, the teacher talked about Christmas, explaining the importance of Jesus’ coming to the world, and concluded saying:

— Never forget what the Christmas spirit represents, mainly, share what we have with others, even though it’s not much. This is what Jesus expects from us: that we may act as real brothers.

The teacher set Nick thinking.

What could he share with others? He wasn’t rich. Quite the contrary, he was poor. He needed his clothes and shoes. Toys, he didn’t have. He remembered his old books. Yes, he could give them away.

He smiled at the idea. He had found something to share.

Deeply, though, he wasn’t happy. Giving away his books, he wouldn’t share anything; he would just give something he didn’t need anymore! Something wasn’t right...

Some days later, near Christmas, he went to visit his grandfather and earned a coin. A beautiful coin!

— What will I do with it? Yes! I’ll buy that hot dog I always dreamed of, but could never afford.

Nick went out rushing to the hot dog stand that was so famous in the neighborhood, according to all accounts. 

He ordered and, anxiously, his mouth watering could hardly wait it to be made. He added the sauces and all the other ingredients, and sat somewhere to enjoy it properly. 

Satisfied, he took a deep breath and opened his mouth wide to give it the first bite. At this moment, he saw by his side, sitting on the curb, a dirty and poor boy, whose eyes were eating his snack already. 

Nick, at first, tried not to pay attention to that. But those begging eyes were bothering him.  

At that moment, he remembered his teacher’s words in the last class, and finally figured what she had meant then. 

He stood up, and, in a little while came back, with his hot dog cut in half. He gave one half to the boy, who thanked him with a big smile, and took the other one.   

And together, side by side, savored the delicious hot dog.  

Never had Nick experienced such sensation of happiness and welfare. The boy’s gratitude had a special meaning for him. 

He had finally understood what Christmas was all about. He managed to resign, sharing something he really wanted. He shared bread with someone he had never seen before, and he was sure that Jesus approved of the idea. He didn’t even know the boy’s name! But how important was that? 

He turned back to the boy, who looked at him with this eyes shining. They smiled. He had earned a new friend. 

— Merry Christmas! — he said. 

— Merry Christmas! — the boy replied. 

And they hugged each other. 


         Aunt Celia

 



O Consolador
 
Weekly Magazine of Spiritism