Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart -- filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.
-- Bess Streeter Aldrich (1881-1954) --
Have a great Wednesday!
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I wish you the best in this holiday season, full of joy and memories, and a healthy, bookish new year! Merry Christmas! :)
Merry Christmas, Cipriano!
Christmas Eve is still the one special night here in Austria. The children wait for the Christchild to bring the Christmas tree and put the gifts under it. The parents decorate the tree secretly on the afternoon of the Christmas Eve day, the living room with the tree stays locked until after an early dinner (a simple meal after a day of fasting, either fish, often carp, or special sausages). The door to the "Christmas room" opens like magic to the sound of a faint bell ringing, the children ooh and aah under the tree and start singing "Silent Night" and other traditional songs. Only then presents are distributed. After the gift opening the first Christmas cookies are being offered, and the wait for Midnight Mass begins. I remember walking through the village while snow was falling, hearing trumpets from the top of the steeple playing "Silent Night". It was a truly magic night!
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