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“Dad, which one is the Christmas star?” the boy asked, straining his eyes as he looked out at the clear, dark sky.
The father, smiling, looked down at his son. “Don’t hurt your eyes looking for him. You won’t find him. He’s not up there anymore.”
“Where is he? Where did he go?”
“You mean I never told you the story of the Christmas star before?”
“No, Dad, never.” The boy shook his head. “Please tell me.”
Well, a long time ago, in the farthest corner of the universe, there was a tiny star. In fact, he was the smallest star in the heavens. His name was Little Star.
Little Star was sad and lonely. The other stars didn’t make fun of him. They simply ignored him because he was so tiny. But what can be worse for a star than to be ignored? After all, stars do little more than decorate the sky. They help pass the long evenings by “twinkle-talk.”
And there was a lot of twinkling going on. The other stars were all talking about a rumor they had heard for ages—a rumor that a king would soon be born on a faraway planet called Earth.
It was known that the king had a special message that would change the whole world forever.