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Why Is This Night Different?
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Daniel J. Weitner
And Other Reflections On Christmas
It is 9:30. It is nighttime, Christmas Eve. There is a cold
wind blowing in from the northwest, moisture is pushing in from
the south, and the barometer is sinking like a stone, a sure sign
of snow. Overhead, the cloudy sky is low, leaden, and bright with
reflected light from city streets.
I turn my collar up against the chill. Lynne pulls her scarf over her mouth and nose. The children yank their coat zippers as high as they will go. Almost as if we are taking directions from an unseen conductor, we start singing "Joy To The World" in six-
I turn my collar up against the chill. Lynne pulls her scarf over her mouth and nose. The children yank their coat zippers as high as they will go. Almost as if we are taking directions from an unseen conductor, we start singing "Joy To The World" in six-