Stories About Christmas And Christianity

[Dark Saint Alaick]

It was Christmas Eve and the Lord looked down from above at all His children. It had been nearly 2000 years since the birth of his son and turning to his youngest Angel the Lord said, "Go down to Earth and bring back to me the one thing that best represents everything good that has been done in the name of this day."

The Angel bowed to the Lord and spreading his wings, descended from heaven to the world of man, all the while contemplating his mission. So much had been done in the name of honoring the birth of the Christ Child. For this day, wars had temporarily ceased, cathedrals had been built and great novels had been written. With so little time, what could he possibly find to represent all of this ?

As he soared above the earth, he suddenly heard the sound of church bells below. Their tone was so beautiful that it reminded him of the voice of God.
Looking down he saw a small church whose bells were ringing out the carol SILENT NIGHT. As the final note died away, it was replaced by the one lone voice singing inside the church. It was shortly joined by a second voice that embraced the first in Percy harmony, and then another and another until a choir of voices rose through the night.

Enchanted by the magic of what he was hearing, the Angel found himself listening till the song was finished. As he resumed his flight through the night, he was delighted to hear these sounds every where, from the largest cities to the smallest villages. He heard melodies from massive orchestras and in the voices of single soldiers at their post. And any place where he heard these songs, he found hope in the hearts of men.

Grasping a song out of the air, he held it in his hand and thought maybe, these songs could be the one thing that best represented Christmas. They seemed to give voice to man’s greatest joys as well as hope to those deepest in despair.

But, though at first glance it appeared to be the answer he sought, his heart told him that this music alone was not enough. There had to be something more. So, he continued his flight through the night until he suddenly felt the touch of a father’s prayer on it’s way to heaven. Once again looking downward, he saw a man who was praying for his child whom he had not heard from in a long time and who would not be home that Christmas. Seizing upon the prayer, the Angel followed it until it reached the lost child.
She was standing on a corner, in a quiet snowfall , looking very small in a very large city. Across from her was an old city bar, the kind that only the lost seemed to know how to find. The patrons of this establishment rarely looked up from their drinks and so seemed not to notice the young woman.