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<div class=phishy>Christmas tastes like memories, I still remember that day at my 10 year old, and we had nothing to eat like now, and my father arrived on December 24 at 10:30 p.m., he had in his dirty and full bag of fat for having worked all day mechanic, when opening the bag, he gave me the most beautiful Shirt that could exist, along with all his money to give me a beautiful present.</div>


 During the days that They precede December 25, we notice the agglomeration of emotions that cover everything. The many lights do not deceive us; The consumerist avalanche becomes a vulgar party that wants to steal what we most appreciate, but Christmas is for us like a whirlwind of unforgettable memories, not things that rust, but divine virtues that permeate.



<div class=phishy>Christmas belongs to childhood; memories of anxious children, of gifts that never came
and of many who did it. Memories of renewed expectations that yearned for follow-up different year</div>



>The God of Christmas is a child. And we need to ask our adult heart to urgently become like a child, otherwise it will not enter the kingdom of heaven.



>Christmas already tastes goodbye. As happens a week before the end of the year, we must look to the past and observe the trail of what happened in our lives. We feel the absence of those who have already left and say goodbye to each other once again. We appreciate the victories and the joys and we contemplate with a smile the image of who was a friend.


Christmas craves God. And although, sometimes, it seems that the guiding star does not shine Moreover, His Spirit encourages us to notice his concrete presence in the gestures of brotherhood and love. But, at Christmas, nothing and no one replaces Jesus. 


That child changed the story, our story. Is the God of unimaginable greatness who came to stay with us forever.


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