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There’s no need for words. This is what Chema wrote. 

Lydia’s Christmas tale.

This is a story based on and taken from a little girl’s diary.

That cold afternoon little Lydia, roughly 5 years old, was sitting in front of her little plate, next to an almost desperate sweet Mom. The plate, as usual, was full of food; to be precise just two or three spoonfuls of that tasty purée, made with love by her mother, had travelled into her mouth. And at that very moment, Lydia felt she’d eaten enough and was full of energy to go and play with her two brothers for the rest of the day. This had been happening during the last months, and her mom’s patience was running out. Besides, Christmas time was coming and little Lydia’s health could be affected by cold weather if she continued eating so little.

One day Grandpa and Grandma phoned. They said they were to move in a month’s time and they were asking for help to start cleaning their attic. Mom was not just glad, but overjoyed: it could be so exciting!The following day Mom wrapped Lydia up in her warm winter clothes, got the car and headed for Grandpa’s house to start the cleaning. It was an old big house where they had lived for decades. When they arrived, Grandma was already waiting impatiently for them. She hugged Lydia and they kissed each other in a secret play of complicity that could only be stopped by a fit of laughter. Before their arrival, Grandma had been watching TV because she loved the Christmas National Lottery Draw. This was part of the tradition since she considered that Christmas time started with it. And as she used to tell Lydia: “Good feelings and actions dwell amongst us at this special time of the year making life a bit warmer and with it The Good Magic comes: Santa Claus, the Three Wise Men… and all the good things can come true. You only have to desire them with love and for a good reason.”

Nowadays Lydia still remembers the day when she discovered the magic at Christmas time and this is how she wrote it in her diary:“After a while Mum and Granny decided to go to the attic and I followed them. I had never been in such a wonderful place before. It looked like a marvellous secret world in which magic could be waiting for us, hidden anywhere. They were sorting out “adult things” in a corner and I wandered around until I found a nice trunk. I felt as if I had found a treasure chest. I tried to open it and, although I was a tiny bony five-year-old girl, I managed. Inside it there was a wooden box full of colour pencils and some drawing books, full of colourful designs. All of them were wonderful, some with rabbits, bucolic forests or romantic little streams of water and many other things. They looked as if they had been painted by Beatrix Potter herself, so marvellous they were. And at the bottom of the trunk I could see a diary… a little girl’s diary, but an adult had written some words on it. I started reading: “This diary belongs to…” to Mom! It had been written by her when she was my age! And on the first page there was an inscription by her mom which said:  “I give you this diary desperate to see if I can find the way to feed you…” I was absolutely flabbergasted. Mom had had the same problem as me! I concentrated very hard wishing my dream came true! After a while I could feel something inside me. Yes, there it was… it was true! I could feel the good magic inside me. After all it was Christmas! I was shivering… I opened the diary and turned the pages guided by my instinct until it finished: January 22^nd. And there it said: “A month after having miraculously found that magic box of colour pencils I realise that the lack of appetite that had gripped my baby has disappeared. I’m full of joy!”After that, the rest of the book was blank. I closed it overwhelmed with happiness, and I could see that at the very bottom of the chest there was an empty drawing book. It had been waiting for me for thirty something years. At that very moment I could find something different inside me: a feeling of hunger. I stood up holding my wooden box and turning back I saw Mum and Granny looking at me moved by the joy of the moment. I had achieved my secret desire: I had found “my hunger”. From that moment on, I have believed in the magic of Christmas.” 

Inspired in my three-year-old daughter Nuria and dedicated to her… with all our patience. 

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