My grandfather used to tell this story. When he was young, one Christmas night there was a strong storm, and he had to walk from his village to the town. The roads were closed and no one was outside. He was cold and tired when he saw a light in a small house and knocked on the door.An elderly woman opened it and invited him in. She gave him hot soup and let him sit by the stove. There was no Christmas tree and no presents, but they talked for a long time. When my grandfather left in the morning, the woman only said, “I wasn’t alone this Christmas.”My grandfather always said:“That Christmas, I lost my way, and she lost her loneliness.”
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