It is very cold tonight---blowing a few flakes of snow on your coat as you hurry along; a light blanket of snow on the ground where you walk. It is the kind of night you expect to hear a knock at your door and voices begin singing, "Joy to the World! The Lord is Come!"
You hurry to the door and welcome the happy group of Carolers with their bright smiles, rosy cheeks, and frosty breaths. You welcome them in and warm them up with a cup of hot chocolate and a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie!
Perhaps after the Carolers have left and you are thinking about their sweet singing, it might remind you of this lovely poem by Virginia Moore.
"There's no sweeter sound than carols sung
By a group of voices clear and young.
Akin to the angels of long ago,
The notes float out over glistening snow.
And as the voices rise and blend,
The listener hopes it shall never end---
This way of telling a waiting earth
The age-old news of a Saviour's birth."
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