Published on Wednesday, 30 November -0001 00:00
By Shota Kuprava
The sparkles of Christmas snow are already floating in the sky. Streets and houses are decorated with glistering lights and ornaments, as are people's faces with smiles and laughter. Santa and his magical reindeer have already flown from the far-away land to us, to bring us luck and happiness for the holy Holiday.
On Saturday, Dec. 3, I visited the Forest City Stockade with my American family. Friendly Santa greeted us with "Ho, ho, ho" accompanied by hearty laughter and some questions like "Where have you been all this time?" He welcomed us into the most beautiful fairytale I've ever read or heard of - and now it was in front of my eyes.
Suddenly I was transported into the middle of the nineteenth century and into an extremely friendly little town. The singing of Christmas carols in the chapel, cheerful laughs of children coming from the schoolhouse, the doc-
tor's office without any patients, and the smell of candles and fresh gingerbread men in the area, all created a blissful atmosphere. Heavy steam and the smell of hot metal in the blacksmith's shop, the squeaking of the saw in the wood-wright's shop, and the sounds of ani-mals at the livery stable set the back-ground for an era from the pages of my book of fairytales.
Narrow streets were full of interest-ing people, walking around in search of happy memories. Those who had already found them were riding in the horse-drawn wagons.
Then, all of a sudden, as we headed back to the car, I opened my eyes into a different world and my cheery thoughts and dreams ceased. It felt like Christmas was over, but then I remembered that Christmas was still three weeks away and a blissful mood filled my soul again.
Merry Christmas! (though it is still a bit early)