From Somewhere World…

7Winter’s walk around Village Square and Father…The great man took his son’s hand and they wandered the snow-covered and light-filled place…The trees were huge and the sky was bright. On a hill just above them, a choir practiced those songs of Christmas past—of that moment and about those days of coming.

“What do you hear?” he asked. “Music,” the boy answered…”And what else?” Little children…hear the magic of those sounds present and questions are never answered from…

“What do you hear—Daddy? I hear the flapping wings of middle angels and the thunder of snowfall and the twinkling of lights and…you.” he answered.

Christmas walks and Mothers and Fathers and families are forever things—as are people and memories and songs and dances and sorrow and laughter and Life…

On these quiet nights, just before the Holiday of Family Song…I hear Father!

Merry Christmas to our world and maybe somewhere on middling planet—not steeped in all of our pertinacious folly there is Peace on Earth…Father’s favorite Christmas song started as… “I heard the bells on Christmas Day. Their old, familiar carols play. And wild and sweet the words repeat. Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”Henry Wadsworth Longfellow…

Hey! Great ideas…All this talk of Peace and Love and Understanding. No religion required! These are three simple notions. All we need…Us and being able to hear one another…

So this is hoping—that for once during the time of lives and for the folks of a planet of somewhere…Merry Peace and Love and Understanding.

And! Beautiful you are…

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