Each Christmas while I was in college at Long Beach State, our choirs got to perform classical and Christmas music in a beautiful old downtown church with a rose window. We sat in the choir loft and both balconies.
At the end of each performance, the lights in the hall dimmed and choristers lit hand-held candles one by one. The peaceful strains of Mannheim Steamroller's Silent Night filled the hall and all waited in hushed expectancy as the flame progressed through the ranks of singers, light spreading through the gloom. Finally, the choirs exited down the aisles and the sanctuary was left in near-darkness.
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