My mom and dad told me I was brought by the stork. You tell me we were created by aliens. But in the end everything has to be created by something? What you are asking for is, who created the highest level creatures? I guess there has to be a circulation, where two things create each other. And then you are asking for the chicken and egg problem again. Why don’t we just live and enjoy it? Let’s go! I was brought by the stork . So were Aliens and you. Just enjoy your life and don’t waste your time.

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, there lived a boy, who seemed to be normal. As he seems to live in a normal world. But one day... 

“Ohhh come on! How many stories like, this are you going to tell us grandpa?“, asked Tom.

Well, umpfh. So... I’m going to tell you a true story, written by true blood. 

“Dad come on! The child should go to sleep soon. He shouldn’t have nightmares.“, said James.

But you want me to tell you a story right?

“YES!“, answered both at one time.

A long time ago, I felt like I was in a galaxy far far away from any humanity. When Hitler rised...

“Helmut stop telling those old stories. Noone wants to hear them anymore.“, screamed his wife from the kitchen. 

So... What stories do we want to listen to these days? Isn’t news chilling enough? Didn’t Hollywood already come up with the craziest things you could imagine? 

I don’t think so. So let’s start to read again and become creative. Create your own universe not far far away, but in your brain.

Anna isn’t the only one, who wants to build a snowman. When I was a child and I saw the first snow, I felt an indescribable, warm feeling.

Our family is full of snowmen builder, so my little brother, my dad and me always built them the whole season.

Well at first our snowmen weren’t the most beautiful ones you’ve ever seen, but we improved. Soon our snowmen became even more than men. They became cool dinosaurs, which were tamed by my brother and me. They became our Fort Knox to win the snowball fights against the evil neighbors or just our grandpa. Even the dwarf from our favorite fairy tale.

Of course sleigh races are a tradition we didn’t miss. Mom always feared jumping above the ramps we built to act like the ski jumpers on TV, even if we are just riding on a sleigh.

When we appeared to be old enough, we started driving to Austria to learn skiing. Becoming faster than your parents was the goal you always tried to achieve, but never did until you became a teenager.

Being a teenager means hard times for your parents. But holidays didn’t seem to be touched by the teenager curse. Well Après Ski and Christmas Morning drinks, which are a widely spread German tradition, didn’t exist before, but since I’m a kind guy when I’m drunk, my parents didn’t mind. And family ski rides in holiday still existed, as building snowmen.

Soon I started to remind of the good old times; I started to challenge my brother in sleigh races again, no matter how everyone stared at us, riding down the hills between six year olds.

When I started studying I didn’t see my family until Christmas. Christmas is the time, where everything stays the same beautiful way, it always did. It’s the time where all parts of the family come together and enjoy everything they have, even if it’s not a lot.

Maybe I could show the same beautiful things to my children in some years. I bet that is going to be more exciting than using your smartphone all day.

Aren’t Christmas holidays the most exciting thing in life?

"A cacophony of shadows, and all I feel is fear.", whispers Mary. She is hiding behind her bed, when she hears another bomb blowing up. And again. And again, while the shadows are still lurking around her house. She doesn't want to get spotted. If she does, her life won't last any longer. So did her mum's. A rough sound. They found someone. Whoever it is, he starts to pray a lot, until a shot stops him from praying any longer. Her granny always told her: "Those people will destroy our town. They say they bring us peace, but all they do is destroying our families. They didn't do anything to make this world better. - Don't trust them!" Someone steps into her room. A tear is running down her skin. She starts to pray. 

Why did noone help Mary? She was six years old.