I remember....

I was a little girl
Was in the choir of dad,
so I was older than 4,
but younger than 8.

6 perhaps...

yes 6.
I could hardly read.

After the late mass
of the day before,
the choir sang
also the early mass:
"shepherdsmass",
they called it then.

My mother and little sister,
where still asleep
when I dressed myself
and listened to the noises
of Dad in the bathroom.
We would sit down.
for a short breakfast
and then leave the house.

Nature wasn't really awake yet.
The silence of night
was still in every corner.
and we were the only people
in the long streets.

Dad held my hand.

I can't remember saying a word.
But I enjoyed myself.
As all the world
seemed to be
so very filled
with expectancy.

And then...
suddenly
from afar
we could hear footsteps.

The noise seemed so unusual
theat we couldn't even tell
where they came from.

Then more foosteps
and more....

and in a few minutes
we were part
of a large group
of people
going to church.

The church
seemed huge
and warm
and welcoming us
with the first sounds
of the organ.

And then there were
all the friendly faces.

And then...
again I heard
that a little baby had been born...

..and again
I felt moved.

A little baby
had changed the world.

It could have been me....