Good EVENING ON THIS 3rd Day of Advent week!
A Christmas Village Story!
The village square sits
forgotten!Abandoned long ago
Winter snow has fallen
In the church not a word
is spoken
Songs have
been forgottenAnd often when you hear
the wind blow there is
the sound of cryingCabins empty and cold
no bread in the ovensTradition is hidden
This village is truly
forgotten!But then one evening
a small light has risenIt is coming in this
directionPeople descending
with candles burning
music playingAn entourage of those
who once lived here
are returning
The square once bare
is rejoicingA celebration is under
way!Lamp posts are lit
dressed
in red ribbonsChildren singing and dancing
The evergreen in the
center is no longer emptyFilled with Christmas stockings
The snow bird with it’s
song is singingThe village is filled
with a festival of
lights nevermore to
be saddened!
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