a Christmas village story

Good EVENING ON THIS 3rd Day of Advent week

The village square sits
forgotten!

Abandoned long ago

Winter snow has fallen

In the church not a word
is spoken

Songs have
been silenced

And when you hear
the wind blow there is
the sound of crying

Cabins are empty and cold
on the hearth embers have smoldred to ashes
No bread in the oven

This village is truly
forgotten!

But then one evening
a small light has risen

It is coming in this
direction

People descending
with candles burning
songs once silenced now singing

Those
who once lived here
are returning

The square once bare
is rejoicing

A celebration is under
way!

Lamp posts are lit
dressed
in red ribbonss

The evergreen in the
center is no longer dark, filled with lights and ornaments

And Christmas stockings

The snow bird’s song is trilling

The village is filled
with a festival of
lights nevermore to
be saddened!