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For the past three years, I have been preforming with Revels North in their Christmas Show.  We begin rehearsals in September.  Many of the songs are sung in different languages. Many of the traditions celebrated in the show are foreign to me. Some nights, driving home in the dark and sometimes nasty weather, I wonder why I love it so. It is a lot of work at a busy time of the year.

I love the community of people. I love meeting the guest artists and seeing the show take shape.  The sets and costumes sparkle and the directors are amazing.  But there is a moment at the end of the show, when the theater darkens—in expectant silence—and a voice comes into the darkness speaking this poem by Susan Cooper.  It resonates with something deep inside me. 

The Shortest Day

So the shortest day came, and the year died,

And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world

Came people singing, dancing,

To drive the dark away.

They lighted candles in the winter trees;

They hung their homes with evergreen;

They burned beseeching fires all night long

To keep the year alive,

And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake

They shouted, reveling.

Through all the frosty ages you can hear them

Echoing behind us – Listen!!

All the long echoes sing the same delight,

This shortest day,

As promise wakens in the sleeping land:

They carol, feast, give thanks,

And dearly love their friends,

And hope for peace.

And so do we, here, now,

This year and every year.

Welcome Yule!!

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