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It's almost mid-December ...no more november thrills, ....just colder winds that give me a chill and, remind me of a kind of peace...a rural calm, in the old country days...simple celebrations and the natural beauty of hand-made stars hanging outside windows of houses... their low lights seem dots , yet....seen, from farms, ricefields, and from the old chapel, ::: the old chapel.....where people's most ardent wishes, dreams and  prayers, rest, the old chapel, which sounds so heavenly, when "silent night," and "o holy night" are sung ....in the cold hours of dawn masses... no one feared the dark...people were guided by lanterns.......star-shaped and lighted... white-painted wooden Christmas trees adorned the small living rooms...small, but filled with that holiday warmth, shared with family, neighbors and friends... in lieu of those humble huts, rows of pompous concrete structures now stand tall over once vast pasture-lands and rice fields, mostly gussied up with expensive decors...yet, ......bereft of the true Christmas spirit... ...silent nights, are not so silent anymore... my chest goes high and low, the late november winds have blown farther away,  taken over by the boldly cold, yet, welcomed  festive airs of december... i'm always happy about Christ's arriving, i am sad.......the old ways...they're vanishing... Sally Copytight November 27, 2017 rrab
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
Silent Nights
It's almost mid-December ...no more november thrills, ....just colder winds that give me a chill and, remind me of a kind of peace...a rural calm, in the old country days...simple celebrations and the natural beauty of hand-made stars hanging outside windows of houses... their low lights seem dots , yet....seen, from farms, ricefields, and from the old chapel, ::: the old chapel.....where people's most ardent wishes, dreams and  prayers, rest, the old chapel, which sounds so heavenly, when "silent night," and "o holy night" are sung ....in the cold hours of dawn masses... no one feared the dark...people were guided by lanterns.......star-shaped and lighted... white-painted wooden Christmas trees adorned the small living rooms...small, but filled with that holiday warmth, shared with family, neighbors and friends... in lieu of those humble huts, rows of pompous concrete structures now stand tall over once vast pasture-lands and rice fields, mostly gussied up with expensive decors...yet, ......bereft of the true Christmas spirit... ...silent nights, are not so silent anymore... my chest goes high and low, the late november winds have blown farther away,  taken over by the boldly cold, yet, welcomed  festive airs of december... i'm always happy about Christ's arriving, i am sad.......the old ways...they're vanishing... Sally Copytight November 27, 2017 rrab
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Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
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