Brigits_flame: Unity
"O holy night, the stars are brightly shining, it is the night of our dear saviour's birth."
Lynn paused at the sound of the carolers and let the rush of shoppers move past her. Three weeks out from Christmas and the malls were packed. Every year, Lynn swore to herself that she'd finish gift shopping well in advance. And, every year, she found herself in the mall, fighting with hundreds of manic shoppers for the season's "must have" gift. An easy way to lose any hope of "Christmas spirit".
"He appeared, and the soul felt its worth"
But the carolers always changed that. A dozen beautiful voices, working together at a single purpose. Music. The fact that Lynn had very little belief left in the "true meaning of Christmas" didn't matter at all. She loved carolers.
"Fall on your knees!" Lynn inhaled deeply as the carolers voices swelled, growing to the climax of the song. "O night, divine! O night, o night divine."
She let her breath out slowly, then stumbled when a middle-aged man brushed past her. "Get out of the way, lady!"
Lynn grimaced and took a step closer to the carolers, out of the way. But they, too, were scattering now. On a break, she supposed. She dropped her change into the collection kettle and moved back into the stream of shoppers, ready once again to face the world of Christmas.
Lynn paused at the sound of the carolers and let the rush of shoppers move past her. Three weeks out from Christmas and the malls were packed. Every year, Lynn swore to herself that she'd finish gift shopping well in advance. And, every year, she found herself in the mall, fighting with hundreds of manic shoppers for the season's "must have" gift. An easy way to lose any hope of "Christmas spirit".
"He appeared, and the soul felt its worth"
But the carolers always changed that. A dozen beautiful voices, working together at a single purpose. Music. The fact that Lynn had very little belief left in the "true meaning of Christmas" didn't matter at all. She loved carolers.
"Fall on your knees!" Lynn inhaled deeply as the carolers voices swelled, growing to the climax of the song. "O night, divine! O night, o night divine."
She let her breath out slowly, then stumbled when a middle-aged man brushed past her. "Get out of the way, lady!"
Lynn grimaced and took a step closer to the carolers, out of the way. But they, too, were scattering now. On a break, she supposed. She dropped her change into the collection kettle and moved back into the stream of shoppers, ready once again to face the world of Christmas.