Christmas. December days are dark, gloomy, heavy with fog. The sun breaks through the clouds only occasionally. We feel tired and meaningless in our existence, as if we are suspended between worlds.
And then, suddenly, there is a solstice. The star of Bethlehem shows us the purpose and meaning of our life. The universe flashes with gold.
God comes into the world in a poor stable. In his honor, we decorate our little microcosm – with lights, decorations and Christmas trees – and enjoy amidst the darkness this happiness.
Antique ornaments meticulously collected by great-grandmother, grandmother and mother bring back memories of childhood. We feel connected to a number of generations preceding us. We are not alone.
