December 2007 Event

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Noël 2007

Let The Light Be In Our Hearts
(By Thierry Dime Bolla)

When December comes, with it come the Holidays and with the Holidays comes the time to light candles and decorate houses and trees. The month of December, as life in general is filled with paradoxes: sadness and joy, loneliness and people you meet again. Some dislike this month as it brings a New Year and makes you grow one year older; others await December impatiently and can’t wait to see all presents Santa will bring. On one side of the room children are so happy, on the other adults look back at the year past. All the cities are so beautiful with their streets richly decorated and shining with colorful lights.

Christmas is celebrated in different ways all around the world as every country has its own traditions. Originally, Christmas meant celebrating the birth of Christ, but today, the festivities are more and more profane and more family centered, and slowly become disconnected from its religious interpretation. No matter how it is celebrated, the importance is that it keeps bringing in the heart of men the light which is the real magic of Christmas. Enjoy this wonderful period of the year and don’t forget to wait for Santa! Happy Holidays to all.

I hope you will enjoy the poem of Clément Clarke Moore. It should be read aloud according to the tradition so everyone can share the joy and the emotion.

« The night before Christmas » by Clément Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash,

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little, old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

« Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all! »

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas, too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stocking; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

Happy christmas to all and to all a good night.

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