Saturday, January 1, 2011

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Hello children, Happy New Year to you all and your families. Another tradition of this holiday involves kissing under the Mistletoe as a sign of good omen for this I offer this tale of Trentino.
The legend of the mistletoe
Once upon a time in a village in the mountains, an old merchant. The man lived alone, had never married and no longer had any friends. Throughout his life he was greedy and avaricious, he had always placed before the gain friendship and human relationships. The evolution of his business was the only thing that mattered. At night he slept little, often rose and went to count the money held in his home, hidden in a chest.
To have more money, sometimes behaved so dishonest and took advantage of the naivety of some people. But it did not matter much to him, because he never went beyond appearances.
did not want to know those with whom we did business. Not interested in their stories and their problems. And that is why nobody liked him.
One night in December, now close to Christmas, the old merchant was unable to sleep and after the accounts of the profits, he decided to go for a walk.
began to hear voices and laughter and joyous screams of children and singing.
He thought that night was strange to hear so much noise in the country. It is curious because he had not met anyone yet, despite the voices and sounds seemed very close. A
some point he began to hear someone say his name, asked for help and called him brother. The man had no brothers or sisters and was amazed.
All night, he heard voices that told the sad stories and happy, family matters and love. He learned that some neighbors were very poor and who feed their children with difficulty, that other people suffer from loneliness, or who never forgot a childhood sweetheart. Repenting
have never understood what was hiding behind the people he saw every day, the man began to cry.
cried so much that her tears spilled out on the bush to which he had supported.
And the tears did not disappear in the morning, but continued to shine like pearls.
was born on mistletoe.

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