FOR MAIA
A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye
Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves,
And also the partridge in a pear tree
And the golden rings and the turtle doves.
In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue
Where the faithful live, some joyful, some
troubled,
Enduring the cold and also the flu,
Taking the garbage out and keeping the
sidewalk shoveled.
Not much triumph going on here—and yet
There is much we do not understand.
And my hopes and fears are met
In this small singer holding onto my hand.
….Onward we go, faithfully, into the dark
….And are there angels singing overhead?
Hark.
-Gary Johnson
Gladsome Lights 
Sadly, we do not have a tradition of carol singers here – it would be lovely to hear them.
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Caroling out of doors is rare here anymore, and caroling anywhere is much less common, as the Christian heritage that is its source has dwindled.
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Joyful and triumphant yet having to take out the garbage. Isn’t that just the way it is! ! GM
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