A Christmas Eve story

A Christmas Eve story, a photo by cherithsky on Flickr.

Once upon a Christmas Ever there was a girl who lived with her family in a small town. Though the family loved each other-life was hard and often there were fights. The girl wished that everyone would get along--but frequently the atmosphere in the home was strained and bitter. On this particular Christmas eve the young girl had tried to make the house cozy and welcoming-but old habits are hard to break, and harsh words broke out of angry hearts. She was bitterly hurt that her efforts were worth nothing, and went to bed early, and cried herself to sleep. A few hours later she woke up to a cold, dark and hollow quiet of a house. This empty dark was not what had woken the girl--rather-she strained to hear what she thought were angel voices.. ...
Brushing away the last bits of a deep sleep, she walked to the window-there was a bright moon in the sky-and it shone on the snow covering the lawn. No angels--but--facing the house-the dark, quiet house--were 3 people with the last few words of a carol coming from their lips. Already they were turning to leave before she realized they were carolers. She went back to bed-quieter in heart.
Years later the girl-now officially a grown up-often wonders about that night. She doesn't doubt she saw the singers-though she can not remember the song they sang. Their song solved no problems. But the event was more than what it seemed
and she finally concluded that even in the darkest of times-when you are heart hurt and tired--there are songs or lights--to help you on the journey.
So-whether you are the bringer of songs or the hearer of songs
God bless
and Merry Christmas