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In the heart of Kerala, in a small village in Kuttanad, Christmas was always a vibrant celebration. Every house glowed with oil lamps and stars hung from coconut trees, reflecting in the serene backwaters. But the highlight of the season was the massive Christmas star hoisted on the tallest church steeple, visible from miles away.
This year, disaster struck when a fierce storm tore the star from its place, breaking it into pieces. The villagers, heartbroken, gathered outside St. Mary's Church. For them, the star wasn’t just an ornament—it symbolized hope and unity.
Amid the crowd, 12-year-old Anu, a bright and resourceful girl, stepped forward. “We can’t let Christmas pass without our star,” she said, her voice steady despite the murmurs around her.
Father Mathew, the parish priest, nodded thoughtfully. “What do you have in mind, Anu?”
Anu had an idea. She spent the next day roaming the village, collecting broken umbrellas, old tin plates, and discarded bits of cloth. She roped in her friends, and together, they crafted a star from these humble materials. Using her father’s fishing net as a frame, she layered the tin plates and brightened them with painted designs, while the cloth pieces added a splash of color.
On Christmas Eve, the villagers gathered anxiously as the children unveiled their creation. The new star was unlike anything they had seen—simple, yet stunning. As it was hoisted up the steeple, the oil lamps and moonlight reflected off the tin plates, casting shimmering patterns on the water.
The villagers cheered, their hearts swelling with pride. Anu’s star reminded them of the true spirit of Christmas—not just tradition, but creativity, resilience, and the power of coming together as a community.
From that year on, the Star of Kuttanad became a cherished tradition, made by the hands of the village children, symbolizing the light of hope even in the darkest times.
This year, disaster struck when a fierce storm tore the star from its place, breaking it into pieces. The villagers, heartbroken, gathered outside St. Mary's Church. For them, the star wasn’t just an ornament—it symbolized hope and unity.
Amid the crowd, 12-year-old Anu, a bright and resourceful girl, stepped forward. “We can’t let Christmas pass without our star,” she said, her voice steady despite the murmurs around her.
Father Mathew, the parish priest, nodded thoughtfully. “What do you have in mind, Anu?”
Anu had an idea. She spent the next day roaming the village, collecting broken umbrellas, old tin plates, and discarded bits of cloth. She roped in her friends, and together, they crafted a star from these humble materials. Using her father’s fishing net as a frame, she layered the tin plates and brightened them with painted designs, while the cloth pieces added a splash of color.
On Christmas Eve, the villagers gathered anxiously as the children unveiled their creation. The new star was unlike anything they had seen—simple, yet stunning. As it was hoisted up the steeple, the oil lamps and moonlight reflected off the tin plates, casting shimmering patterns on the water.
The villagers cheered, their hearts swelling with pride. Anu’s star reminded them of the true spirit of Christmas—not just tradition, but creativity, resilience, and the power of coming together as a community.
From that year on, the Star of Kuttanad became a cherished tradition, made by the hands of the village children, symbolizing the light of hope even in the darkest times.
...it's gud if u share some pics .. of that church or place .. or that village..
