A woman bundled in a blue sweater and fleece vest hung
greenery around the window. Her helper added a sparkly ribbon. Down the street,
several people flocked on the bridge and draped greenery and bright red bows.
Trees shrouded in lights lined the main thoroughfare. These acts of preparation
confirmed hospitality in a small town.
One of the things I love about villages and towns is their
tendency to work together for the good of the residents. The town I live in
plans a Christmas parade every year to open the blessed season. I grew up in a
village. Just before Christmas, many people opened their homes to show and sell
their handmade items. Folks gathered, chatted and enjoyed the welcoming arms of
their neighbors.
Now when we come home in the evening, we’re welcomed by snowflake
lights and trees shining along the street. A little shop in town has an open
house as do several other businesses. My husband and I love to drive around and
view the displays our fellow townsfolk hang. One of the churches hosts a living
Christmas tree where the choir sings the story of Jesus birth. Some years there’s
been a live Nativity.
Christmas in a small town is the best. People wave and shout
Merry Christmas. They celebrate the reason for the season. As much as I enjoy
visiting the nearby city and seeing the fancy lights, I wouldn’t trade in the small
town celebration of the holidays.
Do you have memories of small town life during the holidays
or do you live in a town now? Share your happy experiences.