Christmas miracle

It got cold overnight, I look for my gloves.

Searching for gloves like when I was a child, I remember.

“Don't forget your gloves” - I rummage nervously in my school bag and only find one glove. I don't want to look any further, there's no snow today on Christmas Eve. Disappointed about this, I later walk beside my grandma on the well-trodden country lane over the bridge towards the town and past the dark little grove, which I think could look as bright and decorated with snow as with lights. I pray silently - please let it snow.

I sing all the songs in the church loudly and from the bottom of my heart, please let it snow. I don't take my eyes off the round church window above the altar - it's going to snow. As the bells ring in the Christmas night, the miracle - dancing snowflakes like feathers from angel wings in front of the round window. I jump up from the pew laughing and cheering - snow, snow!

I had to explain my appearance in the reverent surroundings later.

A little sad today, I put on my gloves, which I have found after all.

I have lost my faith in miracles - finding them again could work.

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