Here we meet again.
Again, on a cold night with bright stars and lights, lots of lights everywhere. Your eyes are fixed on me and you wait anxiously.
It is Christmas time and I am the Christmas tree. I am the one that shines in every city center, every street, every store and home.
You put on me hundreds of lights, and finally look at me proudly. How beautiful it is to see that your eyes shine on hundreds of shades of light, hearts filled with hope, with love for oneself and others, and in the air you can feel goodness and compassion.
Oh, how little is enough to light the glow in the eye. What happens to you when you slowly take the lights down, when the powders of the basements and cupboards cover me?
What happens when my image on every street, in every home, begins to fade?
Please save the brightness in your eyes, keep the flame of your heart burning.
Keep lighting the lights of your soul and do not let it extinguish for any reason, even when the storms of life pass through it.