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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Christmas Carols/Carolling (10/02/08)

TITLE: Let Every Heart Prepare
By
10/08/08


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JOY TO THE WORLD

The man aimlessly walked the crowded street of shoppers. Cold hands stuffed his coat pockets. An unimportant dusting of snow fell earlier, making the air crisp, clean. His eyes scanned large display windows, their message proclaiming luring phrases “You’ve got to have this’ or “You’ve got to have that”. A cup of soup would be nice, he prayed.

THE LORD IS COME

“Move along, bum,” growled a deep throated voice of the warmly dressed officer. The unwashed face of the ‘bum’ looked up. Without a word, he rose up from the step of the barbershop. He continued down the street. The evening was getting late.

LET EARTH RECEIVE HER KING

He was colder now and prayed for a cup of coffee to go with the soup. Standing outside a fancy coffee place, in front of his hat, waiting for dropped coins. People paraded by laughing, ignoring. Was he a mere lamppost? An inanimate object?

LET EVERY HEART PREPARE HIM ROOM

Finally, enough coins. He thumped his arms across his body, trying to get the circulation going. Stamping his feet, he finally felt his toes. Casey’s Diner wasn’t far. His heart was thankful.

AND HEAV’N AND NATURE SING

“Hi Ben. Want the usual?” His angel, disguised as a waitress, knew his name. He nodded, too cold for small talk. He sat in his usual spot. She brought the coffee first. Inhaling the steam, the warmth spreading through his gloves, he said a quiet ‘thank you.” Her eyes full of pity were on him. No need. He was having coffee and soup tonight.

AND HEAV’N AND NATURE SING

“Here’s the soup, Ben.” She stood waiting, wanting something. What? Oh yes, the money. He laid out his coins, leaving a tip because he felt blessed. He finished his feast while a cranky jukebox sang the refrain of the Christmas carol over and over and over. Gathering in all the warmth, it was time to move on.

AND HEAV’N AND HEAV’N AND NATURE SING


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Marlene Austin10/09/08
Very nice writing. I could feel the cold existence of the man - from both the environment and the people. :)
Jan Ackerson 10/10/08
Lovely little vignette.