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Show And then, in the hush of the night, the streets are still and quiet; there's not a soul about. There comes a time In our town, as everywhere else, when the very "heart" of our community, the business sec Hon, Is quiet as a tomb. Not soul Is stirring; there's no sound In the streets. Wnere are all of our wonderful wonder-ful people at this quiet hour? Well, it's Christmas Eve and In the distance the lighted steeple stee-ple ot a church proclaims that many are gathered to worship and to pray. Along the streets and by-ways, each home Is a Christmas-tree-window and inside, in-side, gathered around a glowing glow-ing fire or about a shiny tree, youngsters dream and talk of Santa and things. This is a magic time, for all of us. It is a time when the things we love seem even more precious and dear. It is a time for church and family. w Christmas. Tomorrow, with the dawns first light, many a chi,d rise from a restless night to find about the tree a wonderful sight of toys The bell in the steeple will ring loud and clear, calling everyone from far and near, tolling them surely that Christmas Christ-mas is here. |