first I had even thought of Christmas must take place this year without me. Without my participation, without my anticipation, without my own Advent.
on what should I wait already ... this year ... again ... always the same ... and then the ... The whole kitschy Christmas decorations of the pedestrian malls and shopping malls with their artificially blazing pine green and hyper-kitschy gold-and silver-colored glass beads oversized - which I could stay but everything stolen, at least this year. Not even in our living room!
But then he me again come to mind: the star. Small and inconspicuous. But even more to see more clearly, the darker it is around me. The star, who has very different time and wrong time comrades said to have given orientation. The star that points the way to incredible, that no suspects and no one can imagine. So ... I had it in the basement boxes and sort the first place, a very trivial Start Search.
He lit me and reminds me - the darker the better - to a hope that never ends. And with it a couple lovingly decorated with cut Filzsternchen and fir trees in the pocket-sized living room window.
What is left but to hope? I do not know yet. I do not even suspect.
Hopefully first, that hope remains. Shalom!
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