It was a simple program, beautiful.
Sweet.
Dimmed lights in a small church, the sound of old familiar carols played on piano keys worn smooth with the touch of so many musicians, so many years.
Away in a Manger, no crib for a bed.
O Come All Ye Faithful, joyful, and triumphant.
Soft lullabies in a hushed sanctuary.
O Holy Night, Do You Hear What I Hear, You Are So Beautiful to Me.
And in the front of the church, an old wooden manger filled with straw, and Molly, the little doll who has for so many years slept in this very manger, reminding us of another baby laid in a manger so many years ago.
And just like that, just as it did that first time, Christmas comes once more, quietly and softly, to us all.
Blessings,
Vickie