Christmas.
An annual festival commemorating the birth of Jesus Christ, obviously primarily on December 25th as a religious and cultural celebration by billions of people around the world. A feast of central to the Christian liturgical year, it is preceeded by the season of Advert of the Nativity Fast and initiates the season of Christmastide, which historically in the West lasts twelve days and culminates on Twelfth Night. Christmas Day is a public holiday in many of the world's nations, is celebrated religiously by a majority of Christians, as well as culturally by many non-Christians, and forms an integral part of the holiday season centered around it.
Christmas was a time for joy, peace, good will and celebration. A time for family and friends gathering together to celebrate the season. A time when people all over the world celebrate the special winter holiday. It is the most wonderful time of the year. But most of all, it was an important season out of all the other seasons of the year.
It was a season...of miracles.
Michigan.
A state in the Great Lakes and Upper Midwest regions of the United States. It's name comes from the Ojibwe word mishigami, meaning "large water" or "large lake". With a population of approximately 10-million, Michigan is the 10th most populous state, the 11th most extensive state by area, and the largest by area east of the Mississippi River. It's capital is Lansing, and it's largest city is Detroit. Metro Detroit is among the nation's most populous and largest metropolitan economies.
Christmas Town, Michigan.
At one time, long ago, it had been a peaceful town. Just like any typical town away from the biostrous rumblings of factories and packed bumper to bumper cars and busses and cabs on busy streets and inner sections. Instead of smog and polution haze, in Chicago Town, there was only clear air and the sweet smell of home-baked pies cooling off in open windows, the scent of desserts from the bakery's chemny filled the entire community, and the joyous cries of children's laughter echoing forward from games of tag and jump-rope beneath the shade of maple trees and bike-riding through the neighborhood. This was a town of the seasons. A town where the love of Valentine's Day and Easter and the making of cards and painting of eggs walts with time's glamorous dance of tradition. Where the July 4th fireworks shown down at Christmas Park were anxiously awaited for everyone, where Halloween and Thanksgiving were celebrated unforgivabley year after year.
Christmas use to be no acception to the thrilling holidays of yearly customs. The town's people never use to feel depressed on the night of December 24th when they prepared to celebrate together on Christmas day, usually gathering with families and friends during the week of the 25th day. But the drama began back in November 30th-1997...when the death of a child broke the peaceful silence of the town. And on the night of Christmas Eve-1998, the drama returned. And this time to a more gruesome, terrifying magnitude. The firing of a gun blew away the Christmas spirit from Christmas Town along with it's mayor. Time had ben unsuccessful in erasing the tragedy. In the midst of unity and holiday celebrations, there is always a share of drama and tragedy. It is a reality we all must face. But sometimes the drama goes away.
On Christmas Eve in Christmas Town, however...the drama keeps...coming...back.
And before Christmas-2024 is over, this ordeal will prove that Scrooges and Grinches don't just exist in books and movies.
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