Holy Night!

So many years ago this guy seemed to have died these days.

Last night I had a very religious dream about his father.
I was in a village and all the people in that village came to an open space in a forest. They had picknickbaskets, they brought coffee and some of them were wearing 3D-glasses. Seemed like an eclipse was about to happen.
It was very dark and suddenly we heard a lot of noise from the sky. Like something was falling down. Then something did fall down. It was a very big sized coffeespoon. I asked what happened because everybody was cheering and a woman told me this happened every year on that spot. Clumsy God drinking tea and dropping his spoon.
Then we had a conversation about how happy and peaceful and openminded the people in this village are. They didn't need religious rules or bibles or praying because they had their falling coffeespoon every year and that was proof enough for God to exist.