Dec 9 prompt from Book girl fan: One of the women of canon has a chance to shine.
Shine
Once all the plates and cups are put aside,
And chairs are rearranged around the hall,
And youngsters settle down beneath the swathes
Of paper chains which stretch from wall to wall,
The room is hushed, the lights are softly dimmed.
All eyes are fixed upon the centre stage;
Where figures gather, instruments in hand,
To sounds of muffled whisper, turning page.
One stands before the others, baton raised
And leads the orchestra with grace and skill,
And carols ring out loud and clear and true;
Familiar songs of peace on earth; goodwill.
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Miss Violet Hunter smiles, her pupils play;
And earthly cares and woe are cast away.
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