By Mildred Olson
It was Christmastime. Every tree on
the small town's Main Street was covered with bright, sparkling
lights. Every store along that street had beautiful Christmas
decorations in their front windows. The city had brought in small
evergreen trees and challenged the school students to make
appropriate decorations. Each side of that one block of the business
district was lined with the trees. Prizes would be awarded to the
school that had the best decorations on their designated tree.
Christmas music filled the crisp wintry
air. Some said it came from on top of the library building. Every
day, carolers dressed in period costumes and strolled along Main
Street. Shopkeepers often gave out little sweet treats. If you
happened by at just the right time, a merchant, sitting at a
tinsel-decorated table, would hand you a hot cup of cocoa and maybe a
tasty cookie.
A focal point of that short Main Street
was the traditional Nativity scene. The figures were so lifelike,
one paused to get the full intent of its meaning. The true meaning
of Christmas. For just a short time, a person had the feeling of
peace, contentment, and joy.
But that was years ago and, often,
people remind one, “That was then and this is now.”
What happened to the good old days?
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