When I was five years old, we were going to visit my grandmother for the summer holidays. We got ready, arrived at the station, and stood waiting for the bus. A priest from a local church was waiting next to us.
The average priest: two meters tall, three meters in girth, a long gray beard reaching to his chest and a huge cross on his neck.

I was a very inquisitive and straightforward child.
I looked at the priest carefully, walked around him several times, was surprised, and scratched the back of my head. He, of course, watched my actions with a smile on his face.

And then I decided to approach my mother and asked: - Maam! Why is Grandfather Frost wearing black clothes? Has the Snow Maiden died?!
Mom was silent for about three seconds, and then began to laugh loudly, father, hearing this, fell on the bench with her and they laughed with tears in their eyes until the bus arrived...
Mom said that then the priest bought me candy and blessed me. And now I myself cannot perceive this story without tears.