Carol singers standing huddled together in the snow, <br />under a glowing lantern. <br />Their voices raised, the sound drifting away, <br />through the frosty night. <br /> <br />Joyous singing. Praises ringing. <br /> <br />'Oh, Come all ye Faithful'. <br /> <br />They're the only people out and about <br />on this cold Christmas Eve, <br />no one twitches their curtains to look, <br />or open's a door in welcome. <br />No mince pies or a glass of sherry on offer, <br />to warm the heart and lubricate the throat. <br /> <br />Even though they're well wrapped up <br />against the bitter winds, gloves, hats, scarves, <br />they certainly don't lack stamina. <br /> <br />'Hark the Heralds Angels Sing'. <br /> <br />Do you think those angels harken to these singers <br />struggling to convey their Christmas message? <br /> <br />'Silent Night'. <br /> <br />IT SURE IS! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-come-all-ye-faithful/
