TEDDYBEAR
CHRISTMAS
Artwork by Adela Serban
The
Christmas night, all toys left, happy in the hands of the children that had got
them as a present. The soldier was now guarding the room, the bunny was enjoying
the heat of the fire, the doll was sleeping wrapped in silk sheets… Only the
teddybear has been left under the tree, together with the songless guitar.
The lights of the Christmas tree had
been switched off long time ago and the brightness of the outside snow was too
weak for the tears of the unwanted teddybear to be seen in the dark room.
He had been waiting for this
Christmas for so long ! He had dreamed that someone would love him and take him
in their arms... he had dreamed that someone would take him home and he would
reward them by bringing every day the morning smile on their lips.
But the magic hour was gone leaving
him behind and he was now watching, his head against the silent chords, the
snowfall outside, hugging himself to warm up and softly singing a lullaby in
order to sleep and forget that his soul could live only one, magic night, unless
love would have come this way to bring him to life.
And the teary eyes were watching
through the window, in the loveless night, the soul of bright star flying high
to the skies, with the angels.
In
the morning, the children have found with amazement the teddybear forgotten
under the Christmas tree, with bright glass eyes and arms reaching out to them.
They were wondering how come they had not seen him one night before and,
moreover, they could not understand why his chest was wet of something warm, as
he had been crying.
They could not know that the star of
light who had given him life in order to wait for love was never going to return
and there was nobody to tell them that a whole world dies in the teddybears’
eyes when they are forgotten alone under the firtree in the Christmas night
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