I went to two Christmas Concerts last night and it was perfect that the world was white. I love, love those heavy flakes, too weighted for them to fall gracefully, so they fall out of control, the only direction they know is that somehow they will hit the ground. No ballerines, these flakes. More the elephants from Fantasia. And all the prettier and lovelier and more lovable for it.
And the singing and playing and talent of the young people in both these concerts, first at Chorlton High School and then at Xaverian Sixth Form College in Rusholme was jaw dropping. Very different concerts with widely varying music, but both stunningly good. Thank you Miranda for "Have yourself a very Merry Christmas" sung slow and meaningfully and looking resplendant in gold and thanks to Genevieve for looking as though from another world when you sing.
What a wonderful night in the true sense.
And now, the sun bright, the sky blue and the ground still white.
I'm reading samples of other would be authors' works and thinking how much talent there is here too. There seems to be gifted people everywhere. Can we have too many? Is there space for all? And I mean to have their talents rewarded by making a living at what they do. Let's not pretend it's enough just to be good at something. We want to live by what we are good at. That's a Christmas wish.
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