[MEGA EVENT] Christmas Broadcast!
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New story better than the other one! (i hope)!
on a cold winters morning, there was tall masculine man with muscles as big as melons themselves, a man who worked very hard just to keep food on the table for his family. This particular year a few days before Christmas, he was stressed, he lost his job and his mum had just passed away...He punished his little five-year-old daughter with the strap beating her in the face until her eyes were forced shut, this was all because she had used up the family's only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. This was the paper that bonded the family...
As money was tight, he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve he saw that the child had used all of the gold paper to decorate one shoebox she had put under the Christmas tree. He also was concerned about where she had gotten money to buy what was in the shoebox. He thought that maybe, just maybe she wanted a beating.
Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, "This is for you, Daddy!"
As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier over-reaction, now regretting how he had punished her.
But when he opened the shoebox, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. "Don't you know, young lady," he said harshly, "when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside the package!"
The little girl looked up at him with sad tears rolling from her eyes and whispered: "Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full."
The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept this little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.
It was now the christmas of 2012 and the father had a new family, his wife left him the next week after the little girl died, and he would sit on his bed all day crying in dismay. He had a new wife and a son, his son was 9 years old and the new family were un-aware of the events which occured in the past.
it was now christmas and the man put the gold shoe-box under the christmas tree, he put it there to remember the delight and excitement of his beutiful daughter on christms day...
But then, something changed that love. His son asked him who it was for? so he replied "it's for me, and i just wish i had known that before".
He son then looked up at his face looking shocked and a 'tad' scared. what do you mean?
the man then looked down and began to tell the story, he could see the worry and distrauhtness on his sons face and he was also un-aware that his wife was listening in.
she was as shocked as her son and then next day when the man awoke from his slumber he notised that his wife and son had gone, he checked every-where but it just seemed that they packed there bags and vanished...
the man was angry but also upset, to bring a grownman to his knees and crying this was a bad christmas.
He felt guilty about his daughter and disped about him-self, he believe no-one would ever love him, and so later that day he tried to take his own life...
"no-one will evr love me for the monster i am", he was about to throw himself of the 12 story flats from which upon he lived when suddenly thin hands almost angelic grabbed hold of his arms throwing him back....
It was his daughter, "don't do it daddy" she said with a sweet, calm voice..
"Darling! where are you?! He screamed un-aware of his daughters presence.
"i'm up here daddy, dont do this, it is not you fault that i am in heaven now, it was an accident, do NOT blame yourself" she screamed.
and sincethat day the man would take that box with him where-ever he went to not only carry the kisses but his daughters sole... -
my own christmas story
The Four Candles
Four candles were lit on the Advent wreath. It was completely silent. So quiet you could hear the candles began to talk.
The first candle sighed and said, "My name is peace. My light is on, but the people keep no peace, they do not want me. "Your light was getting smaller and finally went out completely.
The second candle flic-kered and said, "My name is Faith. But I am superfluous. People want to know about God. It makes no sense that I'm on fire. "A breeze blew through the room, and the second candle was out.
Quiet and very sad volunteered now the third candle to speak: "My name is love. I have no energy left to burn. People ask me to the side. They see only themselves and not the other, they should have loved. "And with a last flare and the light was extinguished.
As a child came into the room. It looked at the candles and said, "But, but, but you shall not be burned, and from! "And I almost started crying. As announced, the fourth candle to speak.
She said, "Do not be afraid! As long as I'm on fire, we can light the other candles again.
My name is Hope! "
With a match, took the child, the light of this candle and lit the other candles again! -
hmmmm.... how does this fit with christmas, (im not being rude, just asking)?Schiessgeil wrote: »The Four Candles
Four candles were lit on the Advent wreath. It was completely silent. So quiet you could hear the candles began to talk.
The first candle sighed and said, "My name is peace. My light is on, but the people keep no peace, they do not want me. "Your light was getting smaller and finally went out completely.
The second candle flic-kered and said, "My name is Faith. But I am superfluous. People want to know about God. It makes no sense that I'm on fire. "A breeze blew through the room, and the second candle was out.
Quiet and very sad volunteered now the third candle to speak: "My name is love. I have no energy left to burn. People ask me to the side. They see only themselves and not the other, they should have loved. "And with a last flare and the light was extinguished.
As a child came into the room. It looked at the candles and said, "But, but, but you shall not be burned, and from! "And I almost started crying. As announced, the fourth candle to speak.
She said, "Do not be afraid! As long as I'm on fire, we can light the other candles again.
My name is Hope! "
With a match, took the child, the light of this candle and lit the other candles again! -
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Seems like we have to use the back up plan...
I wont rush anything and change to much, but I will tell you guys the 25th if we are going to use ''my'' ts or my ts.
Im hosting one by my own for 512 slots, hopefully the HOST will answer me, else I will host it by my own ^_^
So cya guys in game the 26th!
Also Nonnen, add me to the list who is playing on the event! ♥ -
Yeah its fixed alrdy, the host is coming home tomorrow, he was out of town.
He will put it up as fast as he will come home.
Problem solved!
Cya on the 26th, now Merry Xmas! ♥
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