Magic of this Christmas!

My Christmas Eve story.

2001 wasn’t the greatest year of my life. Arriving Christmas has met me short of money, truly short. Even buying a bus ticket to join my friends for Christmas Eve wasn’t something I could afford, not to mention even little gifts. So, you can only do what you can do - I decided to celebrate Christmas Eve alone, just by myself.

The evening was excellent with a truly steep fall of snow. Considerable, slow-falling snowflakes, quiet air without any trace of a wind, stillness, and quietness.

After a while of watching that beauty through the window, I decided to go for a walk. Heavy winter boots, warm clothing, and here I am getting ready to go.
Outside was even more amazing. No cars, no people, and that overwhelming silence and lights radiating through the windows of the houses nearby. And here and there, colorful Christmas trees' magnetic lights.  So I walked, and walked, and walked. The charm of Christmas Eve has taken me entirely away. Remembering nothing, step by step, I went into that incredible energy covering the Word.

 I didn’t feel time pass, how far I had already gone, or that there were fewer and fewer lights in the windows. I didn’t realize it was already well after midnight, and I was far from home, cold and tired. 
Suddenly, a city bus appeared out of nowhere, out of service with its interior lights on. The driver stopped beside me and asked where I was heading. A few minutes later, there I was, traveling in a luxurious, warm vehicle lit with lights. I was home in a few minutes.
This story, still alive, is stronger and calls me back again. The magic of that night is still around.

I want to wish everyone a bus waiting to rescue them in life's difficult moments.