South Pleasant Street - Randolph
The bard sings, Òthe seasons, they go round and round,Ó as they have since the dawn of time. Our primitive forebears feared this darkening time of the year when all of life seemed to die. They lit great fires against the night sky, beckoning the sun to return with warmth and life.
Today, we still light up the night. Everywhere, lights shine; in the midst of a dark and difficult time, a sign of joy. And with an ancient chorus, we raise our voices in hope for Peace on Earth, for good will toward all people. (Herald / Bob Eddy)