a dream come true
You waited all year, all year… When you are a child, a year is more or less an eternity for you.
You waited, without remembering that bitter moment of packing away figures and ornaments. You only had the good, homely, fond memory of a days job, of removing figures and ornaments from the boxes where they had rested for almost a year, of reinventing a montage that changed and enchanted more and more every year.
And then the magic: observing the lives of these characters, listening to them speak, observing how they worked, in the forge, in the laundry, in the fields ... See how the Three Magi slowly approached Bethlehem, following that silver foil star.
And all the children wanted to be there, run through those streets, dress like two thousand years ago, participate in that life that they had helped to rebuild.
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