The calendar had opened his last page and the Advent season has opened its gates. Even as a child, December was always a magical month for me. We baked Christmas biscuits and stollen cake at home and when Christmas came closer we decorated our house and sang Christmas songs. Or home was a sea of lights and it smelled like Christmas, delicious vanilla and cinnamon. It’s been a long time since I was the little girl with red hair. With sweet and spicy flavor of ginger bread on my tongue occasionally feel as if I am back in the old-time. Back to my childhood. And it feels great. Great and harmony memories, with joyful anticipating of Christmas Eve and the Christ Child. Today I am the mother and I will try to give this magic to my kids. I will put it in a package of cultural diversity and sense of purpose. Christmas is more than a tree its the time to remember, to be thankful, for moral support and brotherly love. That’s the thinks for human life not only for Christmas time.