â¦Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
"As the seconds tick like hours, my legs shaking, Michelle straining against me, the birds begin their singing again. The men remain stone silent, heads bowed, eyes closed.
As if in stereo, two plaintive voices rise, each from somewhere far down in the crowd. Women's voices, high and pitch perfect. I recognize the Latin words immediately. The women sing Ave Maria. It is the most beautiful rendition I've ever heard.
In those minutes, everything falls awayâ¦The sky is a hot, deep blue above us, full of song. I pray that the singers never stop." J. Boyden, Christmas in Shantytown