Chistmas Ever After
“There, a large crowd gathered under another magnificent Christmas tree in the center of the plaza surrounded by the Metropolitan Opera House, the David Koch Theatre and Alice Tully Hall. As the crowd sang, inspiring voices and a brass quintet filled the air with “Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.”
Jennifer was looking everywhere for the boy, who, once again, had slipped away into the crowds and disappeared. The music was so delightful and captivating that she stopped and listened, viewing the animated, happy faces and the dancing children.
She heard a trumpet! Instantly, she stood on tiptoes to find the player. The tone was warm and joyful; the musician was an obvious master. She found him on the stage above the crowds, dressed in a red and green muffler and bright red cap. He looked nothing like Lance; he was heavier and older. But he played effortlessly, swinging to the playful rhythm, his eyes alive and glowing with happiness. Though he didn’t look l...ike Lance, she thought of him, felt again the pain of loss, then a tug of remorse.MoreLess
Jennifer was looking everywhere for the boy, who, once again, had slipped away into the crowds and disappeared. The music was so delightful and captivating that she stopped and listened, viewing the animated, happy faces and the dancing children.
She heard a trumpet! Instantly, she stood on tiptoes to find the player. The tone was warm and joyful; the musician was an obvious master. She found him on the stage above the crowds, dressed in a red and green muffler and bright red cap. He looked nothing like Lance; he was heavier and older. But he played effortlessly, swinging to the playful rhythm, his eyes alive and glowing with happiness. Though he didn’t look l...ike Lance, she thought of him, felt again the pain of loss, then a tug of remorse.MoreLess
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