A faint knock on the door is drowned out by the wind and the rain. Mother nature is proving to be not much help in this situation. Inside the tiny flat, near the warmth of the kitchen, Don Bosco is quietly praying his Evening Prayer while his mother, Mama Margaret, tidies up around the kitchen after the meal shared with her son.

The great, striking message of Christmas, destined to change the face of the earth and fill it with joy, first appeared insignificant; a newborn lying in a manger. We, too, through so many small and gentle signs, in so many small and forgotten places, announce God every day.