It was the week before Christmas
And throughout Columbia Mall
Every shopper was scurrying
With lists and bags full
The sale signs were hung
by the doorways en masse
In the hope that my credit card
would soon disgorge there
The crowds they were stifling
the kids not about
'twas noontime on a school day
and the parents were out
The shelves were stocked full
of the wares all for sale
and the sales clerks were worn out
from weeks without breaks
The parking garage was a free for all
the streets jammed with cars
more than one fender bender
was out and about
The lines at the counters
were twenty feet deep
as cashiers were tallying
up sale after sale
I walked through the mall
from one end to the other
just to walk to the other end
and do it again
I lept to my truck
when I finished my shopping
and drove out of sight
feeling most very lucky
And as I drove off
from the mall parking lot
above the engines I heard
a faint carol of sorts
The song was an old one
I knew it by heart
the words made me pause
amid all of the screams
The notes stopped me short
a tear crossed my eye
for the song that I heard was
O Holy Night
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Saviors birth
-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD
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