" What is the Christmas??? " She asked the small one to her grandfather gnome "Therefore" said her grandfather scratching his head " the Christmas it is...... " But he didn't know as to explain it at her. "Then Grandfather!!!!!???? " it still said the small gnome Her Grandfather gnome he threw the sharp beard and he thought that the only way, to make to understand to the baby thing was the Christmas it was to do see it to her This way it made a magic and the forest took life small notes and beads of light went out of the small and delicate mushrooms starting to illuminate the forest. the wind moved the notes that meeting itself between them they started a sweet happy and vivacious melody, happiness's flood The animals of the forest started to draw near and in the sky it appeared a big star - The Christmas is magic -. says the baby - And color, music joy, is this the Christamas grandfather? - - You my small, the Christmas is a happy colored party, flood of music and lights, the Christmas is peace, the Christmas is spell, in every part of the earth the Christmas is the light that from the hope, it is the music that heats the heart... it is _I have understood grandfather, Christmas it is Love - yes the baby had understood... and it was happy This small history from me invented it is for thanking all how much of the light, of the music, and of the harmony thanks to which the Christmas succeeds to live. Love, peace and hope words that in one special day they become for all of us that ray of sun what it allows us to see in the darkness. Wishes of heart to the whole world, so that this night both for everybody a night of Magic Merry Christmas Orietta I hope that for all my friend will be a great Day full of love and dream BUON NATALE smack yours Orietta