"At first everything was normal, if normal means that a being fabulous blond curls to her shoulders and goose feather wings, as they sometimes escape seams for quilts, go down to the house of Mary and, there, in the atrium of Roman columns - yes that was strange: Romanesque columns in Nazareth - will announce the good news. But in fact, everything was exactly the same way: being fabulous, of blond curls to her shoulders and goose feather wings, with almond eyes from blue, green and pink, and a beauty, but unspeakable , asexual, fell to Mary's house - a modest home but clean and well cared for, and with pots of geraniums along the atrium columns, Romanesque as we have said - to announce the good news: it was full of grace and blessed among women. Mary gasped. The archangel, seeing the woman's trepidation, she realized that was really scenic apparatus impressive, perhaps they had gone out of hand. To reassure him said he had no reason to be afraid, who simply had come to announce that they have a son called Jesus. The woman - why not? - Accepted the news of the archangel willingly and disappeared in a flash, with the same openness with which it had appeared. Hours later, when her husband, Joseph, returned from the workshop - was a carpenter, "Mary explained what had happened. Joseph stayed sweet potato paste.
also falls within the normal absolute disposal of the Emperor Augustus, who ordered that all subjects of the Roman Empire taxed, every one in the town or city where his family was originally. So Joseph and Mary took the donkey and went to Bethlehem. Mary was on the animal, sitting sideways, and Joseph on foot, pulling the reins. What - like Roman columns - was not normal at all was all that snow. When they reached Bethlehem saw the whole town was snowed up the horizon, on which field a black sky with stars of five and six points, still to be cut. In Palestine, the snow was a weather phenomenon almost ignored. Generations of citizens born and died without having known, and without worry least. And if they had heard it was for travelers from distant countries, even citing mountains where the snow is perpetual. The natives were listening with rapt attention, but as soon as the passengers ended her story, returned to their tasks without the snow made them lose even one hour of sleep. But now everything was snow, mountains, streets, rooftops, the job ... It was the chestnut powder, flour seemed as dust. Due to the influx of people to register, they could find no spare room around Bethlehem. The people were not too friendly, nor the image of a pregnant woman moved them to pity. For this were forced to settle in an abandoned shed. Tidied into a corner, near a sleepy ox and donkey carrying. It was here, on Dec. 25, Mary gave birth. It was a beautiful child, healthy and weeping. Joseph picked him for cleaning. But Mary again required his attention. A second child was born.
were two beautiful children, and each type hologram with a halo over his head. After feeding them and put the diapers - fortunately Mary had planned spares - the lay down on a pile of straw, side by side. They shook hands. The ox and the donkey looked on askance.
- Are you sure you spoke of a child? Would not you say two and not you notice?
Joseph did not understand what had happened. That they were two disrupted all plans. Even something as minor as it's name. The angel had said to be called Jesus. It was a name that they disliked, nor were enthusiastic, if we have to be honest. At that time, the dominant names were Sandra, Vanessa, Kevin, Jonathan and even Sue Ellen, that seemed frivolous and pretentious. Joseph and Mary had thought of other names and had even made a list of his favorites: David, Samuel, Alexander, Abel, Moses, Ivan ... In all, they liked best was Alexander. It was a name and vibrant sound. If the angel had not made so clear I had to call him Jesus, he would put Alexander, no doubt. But at last, unable to be called Alexander, Mary and Jesus' name was fine. At some point, Joseph had proposed that he be called as: Joseph. Many of his friends put their name their firstborn. Why does not it? Mary had not wanted to hear about a possible change.
- The angel said to be called Jesus and was called Jesus.
spoke no more of it. Be called Jesus, was determined. But now they were with two children double what they expected. How do you call it? After thinking a lot about the solution found. One is called Jesus Maria and the other Jesus Jose. So respected the order to be called Jesus and incidentally satisfy the desire of Joseph, at least one of the two as he was called out even middle name.
That was only the beginning of duplication. Since then - pondered Jose - all would be twofold. Cribs, dresses, pacifiers, drinking dodotis. Him out of his brooding sound of hooves. Camels were permeated by a weak wooden bridge, the river, which seemed motionless as foil. When they reached the barn, the three wise men were stunned. It was the same surprise that Mary and Joseph had seen in the faces of the shepherds who had come to worship the child instead of one, had found two. One of the shepherds, who had brought a gift of a Jané pushchair car, rushed to exchange it for a dual model. Melchor, Gaspar and Baltasar - tanned men in a thousand battles and skillful in making decisions, react quickly and without which neither Mary nor Joseph would notice, pretending they were looking for gifts, divided into two roughly equal parts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Were both sons of God? Or just what was one of them? The question had no clear answer because, while in the bathtub to wash one of them (Jesus Maria) was walking on water - no stone left only his brother but his parents - it was the other (Jesus Joseph) who, when petitsuĂs were over, the multiplied without problems. This duality - estimated Alejandro as he placed beside the caganer cure umbrella - would be maintained over the years, until the end of his days. Alexander returned to align the two cribs, looked again the crib and ran to call his father, a distinguished member of Opus Dei, to go and see him. Confident congratulate him for his wit: instead of throwing the baby Jesus figurine of former manger (one of the few that were not broken), had joined the new, which had bought the day before the fair of Santa Lucia. I did not know, that night, his ingenuity would cost to go to bed without supper. "
Quim Monzo, Christmas Three, Barcelona, \u200b\u200bCliff, 2003. ISBN 84-96136-32-9
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