The annual tree lighting in the center of town was postponed, as a result of the snowstorm that didn't quite turn in to a snowstorm last night. Every year I look forward to the rows of luminaria which line the main street, lighting our way to the Christmas Tree. Before hopping in the car, I had the impulse to bring a lantern with me. When I arrived on Main Street a few moments later, there were no luminaria, only a group of people gathered under the tree in darkness. I lit the candle in my lantern and walked down. People sang in the darkness, then suddenly, the tree was ablaze with light. It was lovely, but something was missing.
I drew closer to the tree to join in the singing. A man standing next to me said "that's, um, a real light in there, not an LED isn't it? When you walked down here I honed in on it right away. I knew it was real, real..." then he faltered. "Fire?" I said. "YES! Real fire. We need that, it's... elemental."
Fire. Stones. Snow. Wind. Trees. And Love. This is where the magic is.
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