Christmas tragedy with happy end

Christmas Eve it’s a time when magical things happen.

I’d like to tell you a real story that happened last year on Christmas Eve.

That evening I together with a friend went to greet my grandparents who live not far from us. Everything went very well, we were having fun, but finally were supposed to go home. We said good-bye to my grandparent and run home to have a party with my parents and their friends. As soon as I live on the 5-th floor, I never hesitate to use an elevator. I pressed the button, the elevator arrived, opened the door, we entered, pressed the necessary button, the door closed, and than we heard a strange sound that reminds sound of a dying light bulb, the light switched off and the elevator stopped.  All this happened 40 minutes before midnight. We were staying in that dark quiet box.

Thanks God, I had my cellular phone with me, I called my parents, and they called the elevator repair company, but nobody answered there.

Than my friend and I began to plead Santa tearfully to do a miracle and let us out of the elevator. And I think that we asked him so earnestly to do a miracle, that that miracle happened: the light turned on and the door opened three minutes before midnight.

And we all had a really happy Christmas.