A PARABLE OF CHRISTMAS EVE
Once there lived a king who had power over all nations and peoples. His courts were of richest Splendor; his tables were heavy with finest food. Music and laughter and gaiety floated from his castle. Clouds wrapped it in ethereal majesty. Peasants — in their valley of violence and hunger — stopped and looked at the castle for a long while, wishing they might know the king. But none were able to reach it. In the cold of winter, the king’s tailor entered the royal chambers with the latest additions to the king’s wardrobe. He had selected the finest materials and woven them into the most beautiful garments that eyes had ever seen. But the king was not pleased. He ordered his tailor out, vowing to make his own clothes. The door to the throne room was shut and locked. Weeks passed. The royal court waited with anticipation to see what the king would make for himself. They knew…
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