(short story)

On Christmas night, when the snow fell softly on the ground, the city fell asleep under a blanket of stars. But a miracle happened in a small house on the edge of the village. Lisa, surprised by the smell of cinnamon and Christmas tree, woke up to a quiet bell. She saw her old chair begin to move on its own, leading her to the window.

With the snow on the street, small fireflies began to fly, dancing in the air, and a huge star appeared in the sky, which shone brighter than all the others. Lisa felt the magic envelop her. And so, when she opened the window, she saw how the star came down and turned into an angel who put a gift under the Christmas tree — a small lamp shining with warm golden light.

“This is your magical Christmas, Lisa,” whispered the angel, and disappeared into the sky again. The girl, holding the lamp in her hands, understood that it was a night when dreams not only remembered but realized too. “The peaceful sky will come soon…” she whispered with hope.