Hungary 50 years ago

My Father very rarely got cross. But fifty years ago he got cross with us when we were talking about what we wanted for Christmas. He was never one for commercialised Christmas anyway but he made us stop and think about the wretched people of Hungary, the people of Franz Liszt's music, who had been invaded by the USSR.
Christmas for Dad meant a celebration of the love of God that he would send his Son to live among people who since the Flood had been rebellious against love for anyone else but themselves.
Thank you for this lesson Dad. Fifty years ago and I still remember it.