Each weekend in December, passengers embarked upon a journey to enjoy the novelty of riding in a car pulled by the majestic 1225 steam train. They got off in a tiny village that had been converted to a Christmas wonderland!! Santa, reindeer, a workshop for toy making...the list goes on.
But all of that was threatened by the fierce weather that took much of our country by storm. () As a result, counties around the area were under states of emergency. The Christmas village was dark. The icy storm had stolen the light. So the passengers took their ride, knowing they would not get to see Santa or eat homemade bakery or feed Dancer. The vendors were packed up and ready to go home, but...thirty minutes before the train arrived so did the Christmas spirit!! In the mist and fog, farmers arrived with generators. Firetrucks pulled up, parked and lit up the streets. Citizens donated gasoline...all so each man, woman and child exiting that train would still get to see Christmas. Little do the young ones realize just how much of the spirit of Christmas they were really seeing that night.
Things like this always balance out the bad. Actually, they tip the scales immeasurably.
For those I watch.
No matter the level of your artistic ability, you inspire me. I watch you because I want to see into your soul gardens, as my Black Magic Woman friend would say. The friendship most of us entertain keeps me coming back here week after week. May the season of giving bless you mightily--and may we all make new connections in the year to come. I, for one, look forward to finding more of you.