The afternoon was cool and crisp with enough of a breeze to make me wish I had chosen to wear the heavier sweater. The businesses were beginning to show decorations in red and green, gold and silver, and the glass store fronts beckoned with warmth and lights, smells and sounds of Christmas.
I definitely should have worn the heavier sweater. As I stepped out of the building, I gasped – first, in response to the increasingly cooler air, second, because I had stepped into a cozy Christmas Village. The streetlights shone on the freshly fallen light snow, kissing the sidewalks, not yet sticking to the store windows, pouring their welcoming light out onto the street. Christmas lights were everywhere in the warmth of that street, even though it actually was rather chilly. Each building was decorated differently; soon, all will be dressed to the nines.
As we hurried through the lightly blowing snow to enter the next store, we were questioning – what was the source of that beautiful music? Turning the corner, we saw and heard a formal quartet, nicely dressed and accompanied by a Salvation Army bucket, playing majestic Christmas hymns. Magnificent!
Down the street and around the next corner was a setting fit for a Christmas card. A bench made from strong oak planks cradled by scrolled wrought iron, a wrought iron street lamp and street sign – all were on a short length of wrought iron fence. Passing by I could almost see a couple sitting on the bench in antique costume, conversing in pleasant tones; a child in knickers pushing a large hoop with a stick while a small group of carolers were getting ready to sing for all those who’d listen. What a delightful, marvelous sight!
The railroad train chugged around the corner with all the bows and wreaths of Christmastime on all its windows and doors, and melodies of Christmas came from between the clicking railroad cars. I heard the train whistle, and saw the wreaths of evergreen with matching red berries and velvet bows. I was standing outside the front door of a similarly decorated spacious two-story home waving to the riders of the train, who graciously waved back. How delightful!
The house on the corner was built of light-colored natural brick, and at Christmastime they decorated every window with greenery, candles and bright red bows. Christmas carols wafted from an open window, inviting those who heard to hum along.
The home belongs there, circled by the train, beside businesses and attractive vignettes similarly decorated, in a cozy Christmas Village, under someone’s lovely Christmas tree.