Christmas Eve, 9024 B.C., before Christmas Eve was Christmas Eve.
Gurga was
a ten-year-old boy, living in a cave with twenty-seven other relatives.
It was a bitterly
cold night and near mid-dark when Gurga was roused from his slumber by an unusual
sound. He arose and walked toward the cave entrance. He gazed out at the rocky
landscape, covered in a thick layer of snow, wondering what the sound was that had woken him.
It had
been a particularly difficult winter for the clan – there was barely enough
food to feed a few, and definitely not twenty-seven. Much like any growing boy,
Gurga was always hungry, but he was a kind boy and always shared some of his
portions with Murga, his favorite elder.
Murga regularly
told Gurga marvelous stories. He truly enjoyed them all, especially the
one about when Murga was a young boy. Gurga didn’t entirely believe the story was true, but he liked
it the best of all the stories Murga told.
Gurga,
shivering, as the winter wind swept over his bare feet, was thinking about Murga’s
story. It was about a man, Slava Clusa, who traveled all over the world, riding
on the back of a huge, red cave bear, and would secretly deliver meat and furs to
every clan in need on the eve of mid-winter without ever being seen.
Murga,
when he told the story, said that he had seen Slava Clusa once. Gurga always smiled,
never letting-on that he doubted Murga.
On that
cold winter night, however, Gurga sincerely hoped the story was true, because it
had been a difficult winter for the clan, and he knew some of the older clan
members would not survive – including Murga.
Gurga, as
he stood woeful and silent, he again heard the unusual sound that had awakened
him.
Suddenly,
from around the corner, a giant of a man mysteriously appeared, riding on the
back of huge, red cave bear. He smiled and jumped down. Gurga’s eyes were wide
and disbelieving.
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| The Dude is Real! |
A massive swirl of snow sprang up when the man’s feet hit the ground. His cosmic, silver cloak glistened like the stars in the night sky. He quickly grabbed a large bundle of furs and an equally large leather sack attached to the harness on the bear’s back and set them both down next to Gurga. After, he raised his massive hand up to his face and put an index finger to his lips and winked. He leaped back onto the bear and then in one swift move, they dashed off as quickly as they had appeared.
After
they were gone, Gurga, stood like a pine tree covered in snow, motionless. His
eyes and mouth were wide open, but surprisingly, he felt warm and wasn’t
shivering any more.
From
behind him, Murga, whispered, “Slava Clusa has come.”
Gurga shook
his head slightly and excitedly replied, “I saw him!”
“Indeed,
you did,” answered Murga.
“I never
believed you, but I do now! I’m sorry, I doubted you,” said Gurga turning and
looking at Murga.
“No need
to apologize. I tell all sorts of stories, and most of them, I just make up.
Tomorrow, I’ll tell you the story about the wheel and maybe, microwave ovens.”
“Huh?” said
Gurga scratching his head.
“Um, never
mind, a, let’s go tell the clan of their good fortune,” suggested Murga.
“They’ll
never believe us.”
“We’ll
just say it was a mid-winter, MIRACLE!”
“What’s a
miracle?” asked Gurga
“It’s similar
to, shit happens.”
“Ah, I
understand, now.”
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| Merry Christmas! |
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There are those who have seen and believe, there are those who have not seen and believe, and then there are those who never believe even after it slaps them in the face.
Faith brings hope for the world.
