On 24th of December, people are agited, in a hurry. Some to buy the last presents, other to retrieve their family. Maybe, they will be generous with those in need. I always had a very positive image of this feast, being child, my mother kept telling me « Mark, the Christmas' feast must be the most beautiful. ». I had always lived Christmas Eve surronded with my family, in joy and cheerfulness. Of course, I was aware that it was not the case for everyone, that some people were alone but I learned to see Christmas this way and I thought innocently they lived well. but luckily, she was here to open my mind and get out this vision too [...] of Eve.

Kara. At this time, I still ignored her family name, beside at the office, everybody ignored too, we just called « Kara ». Tall, dark hair but sparking eyes, she smiled everytime. She had the gift of give back the smile to others, everybody knew her but when we adressed the issue of « Who was she ?», we realized very  quickly in reality, we knew of her just her joy and her name. Having reconsidered, she never almost spoke, she did [...]

It was three years ago on 24th of December, I was the few to mork and I could hurry to refind my sister for Christmas Eve. I reached quickly the elevator and I would press the « zero » when a voice from the back surprised me. It told me to blco the door. I thought everybody was gone and my surprise was even bigger when I saw Kara's face. But she did not smile as usual. Maybe she was exhausted by the day ? Silence became oppressive and I waited impatiently the « ding » of the elevator. Five, four, three. three and the machine stopped suddently ! I pressed the button with a bell and I asked the help of repairer but we didn't know the time of arrival of this one.

- It's a shame to be blocked the night of Christmas. I say to break silence

- Yeah. Answered Kara who did not seem annoyed by the situation

- I must to join my sister and her children for Christmas but I think I might be a little late. And you, what have you planned ?

- Nothing.

- Nothing ? Nothing for Christmas Eve ? But Why ? I Insisted surprised

- Because it's like that, I don't like Christmas.

- Don't like Chrsitmas ?! But it's the most beautiful night of the year !

She laughs

- The most beautiful night of the year... Not for everybody ! Everybody seems to think that Christmas is the most beautiful thing that to exist, that impossible to late Christmas but it's a thing like another and everything depends of the point of view.

- A point of view needs to be justified

- It's not interesting

- No, don't say that, it's interesting and we are block here. We can get asquainted.

- I hate Christmas because my father is never with me this night.

- He must have his reasons, and I'm sure he loves you.

- My father doesn't love me. I live in a big family and he forget me everytime. He always prefer my « brother and sister ». Contrariwise, if I'm not like he wants, he does not hesitate to compare myself the others. « Look at Jenny, she is wise and good grades, you can not follow her example ?»

- It's not a reason to hate Christmas ! Your brother, your sister and your mother were here !

- My mother... She is like him ! And my brother and sister, I've never been close to them.

- Here, it's you who do everything to hate Christmas.

- Not it's you who incapable to see that this feast it's not so great like you think. My father is like you Mark. No, he is worse. And we have never found someone worse than him. Christmas is his life, his passion. People around me adore him.

- Maybe he is a good man and you don"t want to see that ?

- No, my father is not a good man. He wants to bea good man but it's an illusion. He dedicated his life to everybody, to render them happy while making them greddier every year. He away from his daugther too. You think a man who takes care his children except one is a good man ? I don't think.

She had reason. But I still thought that Christmas magic. She'll understand one day. She is alone since she was a child. And if I proposed her to come with me ? She would see the magic of Christmas Eve.

- Kara, do you want to come with me for dinner at my sister ? You will avoid being one more night. I suggested.

At this time, the elevator re-started and the door oponed.

- No, but thank you for the invitation.

She left quickly as she arrived before. Leaving the elevator, I found something. She lost her identity card. Curious, I looked her family