Flashing red lights through the Christmas neighborhood. Frosted yard trees and bright white beams surround a familiar holiday tableau. Families gathered, heads bowed, hold hands in prayer. Wise men arrive and kneel down, offering gifts and rare essences. From away down the street onlookers speak in wonder at the time and meaning, as a silent infant, innocent child of God, is arisen on white linen from the scene’s heat and streaming fluids. The driver, dazed and bloodied but miraculously unhurt, testifies to what he has seen, and heard, and done. No peace at this place, and night, on earth.
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