a magical, almost a sense of suspension and you breathe in the waiting period dall'Immacolata for Christmas, especially in small countries where simple people made mostly of peasants and artisans living in expectation of the great mystery of the birth of Christ. The wonder of waiting is even more during the novena, early in the morning when the bell rings and along with the bagpipes to rally the faithful to attend Mass before going to their jobs in the countryside or in the workshops. In those days you live in an almost hushed, as if by magic all the calls of the world are asleep to make way for the miracle of the Holy Night, the hut in which, between the ox and the donkey, Mary gives birth to Baby Jesus under the astonished gaze of Joseph, who, totally confident in his mission entrusted to him by the Most High, says piously that child is in foster father. And then the image of the shepherds who go to the cave following a shooting star, bringing the gift of poor things, perhaps depriving themselves of the need to demonstrate their devotion to God, and that in their simplicity receive an immense mystery of the Incarnation God who became man for the salvation of humanity, while the angels are placed on the cave singers "Pax in terris bonae voluntatis hominibus."
E 'this holy night, magical memory of other times, that for a moment I thought I would revive, but the rhetoric back to business as usual today, an era of noise, frenzy, big lights, a time when you run make gifts to buy panettone because "when it comes to Christmas comes" a repeat of a famous advertising from television screens, reducing the consumerist Christmas at a party: this the true picture of Christmas today. Moreover to remember that Christmas is you can not help but fill the streets, houses, shops lights, big colorful garlands, Christmas trees with colorful gift boxes at their feet. They are proudly displayed in the shop windows decorated with holly, branches of fir trees, Santa Claus and gifts, gifts, gifts. The loneliness, emptiness, silence, indifference, however, lie in the faces of people running frantically through the streets in search of the last things to buy. Not happy faces, lying in the awareness of living a magical moment of celebration of the soul, but of collective hysteria do what others do not to be less or perhaps to fill the emptiness that fills the holidays .. It 's like a woman who is less beautiful and more needs to tricks and stratagems to hide its flaws. The real beauty, joy, feelings do not need high-sounding tones, and bright colors, great sound, even to enjoy them in privacy and silence because the more you scream, the less you listen. Recaptured the joy of Christmas live in simplicity, peace and recollection of the family because from this comes the feast. The joy comes from the heart and the heart must be cultivated with the knowledge of what is to be achieved and with knowledge that can run, hide under tricks, scream, but life goes fast in silence and quickly introduces us to the account of what we have achieved and how we invested the treasures that we were given free pledge. We can not present at the time of the report, bringing with us all the sounds and sights outward, which will last forever is what is contained in the soul and that will not go with us but it will be a legacy for our children.
The Headmaster
Catherine Barilaro
Programma
18/12 ( starting at 10:00)
Art Exhibit of aquariums and Dasa
School Dasa
18/12 (starting at 10:00)
Crib exhibition
School Plans
19/12 ( hours to 10:00)
Tombolone
School Acquaro
19/12 (at 18:00)
Concert Christmas
Parish Church, DASA
21/12 (at 9:30)
For Christmas Is You ...
School Plans
21/12 (at 16: 30)
Living Nativity
Primary and Nursery School
Primary School Acquaro
22/12 (at 10:00)
Tombolone
School Plans
22/12 (18:00)
Christmas Concert
Church of Santa Maria De Latinis, Acquaro
Pax in terris
Pax in terris is heard in the air
rings round on the faces and hearts
The joys and sorrows that the world scrambling
suspended you seem a magical night.
The Divine Child in a cave on the straw
And the hay is reborn for magical error.
Not today you can smell the good
of Christmas so that united us.
The shots, the lights do not give more joy
not fill their hearts with holy thoughts.
The comet has already been put up there
illuminates a world that is sad here.
The Divine Cross must raise
And we have to honor this law.
who still lives on the magical night
Tal Law, however, deny midnight.
The Headmaster
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