It was Christmas Eve. The landscape was covered with glistening snow. All the houses in the small village were decorated with beautiful decorations.
In the middle of the village stood a neat little house. Here lived a family whose favourite holiday was Christmas. The fire crackled in the fireplace and under the Christmas tree were lots of presents waiting to be unwrapped.
From behind the soft velvet-covered armchair, a cheerful chuckle rang out. It was the voice of none other than Peti, the youngest of the family.
Peti's mother took out an old storybook. It wasn't just any book, his grandmother used to read it to his mum when he was little. His mother started to tell him stories:
"Once upon a time, there was a little baby Jesus, born in a manger in Bethlehem, among shepherds and lambs. He was the child of God and the Virgin Mary. At Christmas we celebrate the day of his birth. Jesus brought us a feast of peace and love."
Peti listened to the story dreamily and imagined himself standing next to the little Jesus. He snuggled up to his mother and father and then suddenly he spoke:
- I want to be as happy for Christmas as the little baby Jesus!
His father replied with a smile:
- Then always remember that Christmas is a celebration of joy and love! Try to make others happy during the holiday! If you do so, you can truly rejoice in Christmas like baby Jesus.
Peti nodded and understood that he could do something for the happiness of others. Then the whole family gathered around the Christmas tree and the festive atmosphere spread through the house. Everyone's hearts were filled with joy, knowing that Christmas was all about love and joy.
