Last year my local writing group had a fun Christmas writing
exercise where we were challenged to write something which incorporated titles
of Christmas carols. This piece was written by Crystal Murray the president of
my local writing group. She gave me permission to post it on my blog. I hope
you enjoy it as much as I did!
THREE WANDERING KINGS
(by Crystal
A Murray)
We three kings knew we had a long journey ahead. We started on a
silent night, but it turned out that many joined us along the way. We
happened upon Good King Wenceslas, who asked us where we were going.
Since we weren’t exactly sure yet (at this point we were just following the
yonder star), I just him hawed around and finally answered, “Oh…little town
of Bethlehem
We continued on down the
road when one of our road mates stopped and said, “Do you hear what I hear?“
I answered, “Oh come, oh come,
Emmanuel, tell us what you heard.”
And then Melchior spoke
up and said, “I didn’t hear anything, but I saw three ships come sailing in
as we passed the harbor.”
“If you already saw the ships,” I said, “then
it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.”
“Well then,” said Melchior, “go tell it
on the mountain, so everyone will know!”
“But who will tell Grandma?” asked one of
our younger travelers.
“We will,” announced a group of teens who
had joined us. As they ran out of site, I heard them singing what sounded like,
Hi ho, hi ho, to Grandmother’s house we go. It reminded me so much of my
childhood that I could practically see our old homestead decked out with the
holly and the ivy, and I could smell the chestnuts roasting on an open
fire. Oh those memories of days spent rockin’ around the Christmas tree
were so wonderful. I hate that it all had to end when Grandma got run over
by a reindeer.
I was almost crying when someone broke
into my thoughts. “I think I just heard the silver bells.”
“You mean you heard dinner bells,” I joked
because I knew we were all starting to get hungry. Never the less, we trudged
along until it came upon the midnight clear that the star was leading us
to a barn in the middle of a field.
As we approached the barn, someone
shouted, “Bring a torch, Jeanette Isabella,” and we all sprang forward
to view the baby who had been tucked away in a manger. At that, the
little drummer boy began to play a special tune that sounded more like sleigh
bells or jingle bells than a drum. I don’t know how he did that. It
was magical and made me wonder, what child is this that can turn even
the sound from a child’s toy into such beautiful orchestration. And that’s when
I heard the bells on Christmas day and then we all exclaimed together, “Oh
holy night
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