As promised I am continuing to ponder the story presented to
us by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I
know I have said and done things that have risked the separation and
desperation felt by the father in Ornament.
I am sure angels and the grace and kindness of my Sons have intervened
on my part.
The focus of this song is the begging to the answer to the
father’s prayer. You see we never know
what the total outcome of our kindnesses will be for others. Just being good to others and showing them
love can have ripples that are eternal.
We never know when our smile with be contagious. We cannot predict how far a single act of
sacrifice or kindness can reach. I believe
that angels do intervene and that they count on us to act.
The key to this song for me is the bridge. It is a mantra I try to carry in my heart all
year long.
If you want to arrange
it, this world you can change it
If we could somehow
make this Christmas thing last
By helping a neighbor
or even a stranger
And to know who needs
help you need only just ask
My pursuit is to be that giving and caring person every day
with Christmas being the yearly culmination of that process. This song is one I play year round when I
need to be reminded of that quest.
Old City Bar – Trans-Siberian
Orchestra
OLD CITY BAR
In an old city bar
That is never too far
From the places that
gather
The dreams that have
been
In the safety of night
With its old neon
light
It beckons to
strangers
And they always come
in
And the snow it was
falling
The neon was calling
The music was low
And the night
Christmas Eve
And here was the
danger
That even with
strangers
Inside of this night
It's easier to believe
Then the door opened
wide
And a child came
inside
That no one in the bar
Had seen there before
And he asked did we
know
That outside in the
snow
That someone was lost
Standing outside our
door
Then the bartender
gazed
Through the smoke and
the haze
Through the window and
ice
To a corner
streetlight
Where standing alone
By a broken pay phone
Was a girl the child
said
Could no longer get
home
And the snow it was
falling
The neon was calling
The bartender turned
And said, not that I care
But how would you know
this?
The child said I've
noticed
If one could be home
They'd be already
there
Then the bartender
came out from behind the bar
And in all of his life
he was never that far
And he did something
else that he thought no one saw
When he took all the
cash from the register draw
Then he followed the
child to the girl cross the street
And we watched from
the bar as they started to speak
Then he called for a
cab and he said J.F.K.
Put the girl in the
cab and the cab drove away
And we saw in his hand
That the cash was all
gone
From the light that
she had
wished upon
If you want to arrange
it
This world you can
change it
If we could somehow
make this
Christmas thing last
By helping a neighbor
Or even a stranger
And to know who needs
help
You need only just ask
Then he looked for the
child
But the child wasn't
there
Just the wind and the
snow
Waltzing dreams
through the air
So he walked back
inside
Somehow different I
think
For the rest of the
night
No one paid for a
drink
And the cynics will
say
That some neighborhood
kid
Wandered in on some
bums
In the world where
they hid
But they weren't there
So they couldn't see
By an old neon star
On that, night,
Christmas Eve
When the snow it was
falling
The neon was calling
And in case you should
wonder
In case you should
care
Why we're on our own
Never went home
On that night of all
nights
We were already there.
POSTLUDE
Then all at once
inside that night
He saw it all so clear
The answer that he
sought so long
Had always been so
near
It's every gift that
someone gives
Expecting nothing back
It's every kindness
that we do
Each simple little act
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store."
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