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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Many Christmas stories are told every year, and many songs are sung with pure cheer; do I have a good story, at least one, I can tell, or a simple song I can hum and spread good will? When Lisa's grandmother passed away unexpectedly... by her dying bed she kept an ivory music box, and to her lovely granddaughter she gave it to saying," Take care of it, and smile when you think of me!" The day after granny died, she went down the dark cellar to hide the ivory music box in an old dresser's drawer, and once in a while she would open it and play it and listen to it sadly; the pretty angel swirled...and Silent Night played as Lisa touched it tenderly. It was almost Christmas Day and the pine tree wasn't decorated yet, she rushed outside carrying a red basket with ornaments in it; how could she had forgotten to adorn it with bulbs and garlands? " Oh gosh, I feel like the Grinch!" she displeasingly uttered to herself. There was no snow predicted for that evening and the illuminated town was lacking Nature's magical snowflakes to make it festive and vibrant; five minutes to midnight the choir from the nearest church gathered outside, and waited for a miracle...silence...tranquility...every heart felt so alone. But Lisa with an indomitable spirit ordered them to sing, and they began singing looking up the clearest, starriest sky; everyone seemed sad and some of them wanted to cry, but before sadness set in...snowflakes began falling. Lisa knew that it was the miracle she had been waiting for, but something was missing from the snowy scenery... she remembered her ivory music box she had put away, and running, with awe in her bright eyes, she opened the cellar's door... Clutched in her caring, careful hands, she carried the ivory music box, laid it gently underneath the twinkling, scented Christmas Tree; Lisa kissed it tenderly...until the golden angel started to swirl at midnight, as that divine music filled the nippy air...making all cheeks so peachy. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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