The church bells rang out signalling the start of midnight mass. People walked or drove over, some carrying presents or boxes of food for the poor. Snowflakes fluttered from the dark sky whilst fairy lights everywhere twinkled warmly. The fresh air was mingled with the scents of pine, hot cooking and frankincense.
In the church they gathered, singing hymns and saying prays by the flickering candle light. They celebrated the birth of a baby thousands of years ago that they believed changed the world for the better. With hearts full of joy and wonder, they wished for a Christmas of peace.
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I bite my tongue unless I say, for all that miraculous birth, there is no peace on earth. Sorry, don’t mean to spoil your story, so resonant with all-things Christmas, but while my tongue might hold my fingers won’t be stilled. 🙂
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