With so many chores to do and odds and ends to tend to, the Moss Main Winter Festival came quickly.  The vacant lot next to the book store was hers, and it was an ideal location for the townspeople to gather, so it was the default location for the town’s winter festival.  Volunteering to be the president of the ‘Winter Carnival’, as the locals called it, just added to her already busy daily life.  Taking on something this big without thinking it through may not have been the best choice, but Mrs. Nancy (her only employee) had convinced her that she should be the one to do it.  Plus, this way, she could have some control over what would happen later in the year, with plans for a court yard and gazebo to be built on the property.

     Rosemary stood at the arched entranceway, Manny by her side, scanning the winter land she and her team had created together, with the newly found angel perched beautifully on top of the tree.  Snowflakes seemed to whisper from the sky, reminding everyone of the harmony of Christmas.

     She recalled John 10:9:  ‘Yes, I am the gate. Those who come in through me will be saved.  They will come and go freely and will find good pastures.’  “Well put, Manny,” Rosemary said. “I could not have said it better myself.”

     Everything had come together just like clockwork, and she knew she should not have doubted it would.  The entire town had made donations for the tree and there was even enough stuff left over to decorate the spot for Santa to sit.