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We were a whole pack of children in the house, well-behaved, worse and even worse. What that means for a mother in a small middle-class household without servants is something that only the mother and the Christ Child can judge. The mother's patience seemed endless. At times, even this angelic patience was broken and there were blows with the bat and the wooden spoon, whichever was at hand.

This introduction is about beatings in domestic discipline. A slave can be forced to work through beatings. But also servants who, for example, committed themselves from Martini to Martini. They had the right to terminate their employment in an emergency, but if they found out at the end of November that madame was not the right one after all - unfortunately without money and without a place to live in the Btschka at -5°C. Such a lady has to endure domestic discipline. Because servants are also part of the family. And they are also rewarded for good deeds. So cleaning the kitchen spotlessly -

nahten Weihnachten oder Ostern kam die glückliche Zeit für die Mütter.besonders das Wort "Christkindl" übte eine mächtige Zauberkaft auf uns aus. Nicht nur das die Schlimmen vom Christkind nicht beschenkt wurden, si wurden von diesem mit der Rute bestraft.

I have travelled quite a lot around the world. Everywhere the Christ Child was just the good angel who gave presents to children on Christmas Eve. The Franztal Christ Child also acted as the punishing judge, which had a great educational effect. There was a lot of tension and excitement among us little ones. I don't know who was more excited, the one who was to see the Christ Child for the first time or the older ones who already knew him. The more experienced ones told the story from the previous year over and over again, so that it remained in their receptive goodness. Children's imaginations create colourful fairy tale pictures and the very young listened eagerly and never tired of learning more. I still remember very clearly that I had the picture of the Christ Child and all the events of Christmas Eve told a hundred times and my little soul greedily absorbed the fairy tale. The mother complemented these stories by adding that Christkindl sees everything and knows everything

and accordingly reward the good and punish the bad. On Christmas Eve it descends on a ladder from heaven to earth and visits every house where there are children to give presents to the good and to punish the bad with a golden rod.

!!! the golden rod !!!

and then the snow-white long dress that the Christ Child wears, the golden headband, the golden shoes, the silver bell and a basket decorated with colorful ribbons and filled with

golden nuts

golden apples

und erst die hohe feine siberhelle Stimme des Christkindes. Alles das sollten wir in kürzester Zeit mit eigenen Augen schauen.  Welche Zauberbilder unserer kindlichen Phantasie von all dem gehörten vorschwebten. kann sch kein mensch, der nicht in diesem Umkreis selbst erwachsen ist, vorstellen.

This is about

Donauschwaben

a German tribe? which has unfortunately been practically wiped out. Through genocide. A genocide that cannot be denied.

No fairy tale has ever made such a deep, indelible impression on me as the stories of the Christ Child and then his appearance in the glow of the Christmas tree

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We hardly slept in the last few days. The child's fantasy. I have the feeling that these were the happiest days of my life. Finally the last day had passed; dusk crept gently into our room. The Christ Child could appear at any moment. The tension had passed its peak. - We waited calmly, quietly and submissively. Suddenly we were startled. A delicate little bell rang through the house. Breath caught, the little heart stopped beating. The mother called the children quickly into the room; the Christ Child was coming. " the living room door opens and there stands the Christmas tree. And from it emanates a glow and a shimmer. And its splendour, which seems even more beautiful, even a thousand times more wonderful, than our imagination could have imagined. The silver bell rings again and the Christ child enters through the open door. A long, sweet, anxious shiver runs through us.

and involuntarily we fell to our knees, folded our hands and looked as if enchanted at the divine apparition. The Christ Child was tall, taller than our father and mother, had a golden halo around his head, wore a long snow-white robe and had a long golden rod in his right hand and a golden basket in his left hand. Praise be to Jesus Christ, it said in its bell-clear voice. To which we unanimously replied, Amen forever and ever. Strangely enough, the Christ Child could call us by name and knew that this or that person had done something bad. Our answers were lightning fast.

I will never do it again, dear Santa Claus.

Dafür, dass ich wiederholt den Rahm vonderMich abschöpfte, musste ich meine hand hinhalten und bekam mit der goldene Rute einen Schlag., der mich mehr schezte als alle alle Widerwetigkeiten, die mich in meinem ganzen Leben trafen. Der Schlag mit der

golden rod

wore

golden fruits.

I will never eat cream again.

The Christ Child praised, criticized, punished and did not forget.

to occasionally also cover the adults present with blows of the rod.

Here we are clearly leaving the normal Catholic framework. I can remember the pearls that my

because every tear is a pearl

and ocloses the circle to the

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