At Christmas there are children playing, people walking in search of more
A brief smile to hide the pain that time has unintentionally marked
There are at Christmas wishes for peace from a suffering people, brothers from other lands
In their prayers, altars and forms, they demand freedom from the world

There is the Christmas in which you can be the one who brings peace
There is the Christmas in which the gift must be you

There is the different Christmas in which race, color or way of being is not seen
All that is enough is to understand that we are all brothers
There is the Christmas without the pain of war, without any desire to be the best
A Gift from the One who taught us that the secret of life is in love