Nochebuena. Christmas Eve.
The little neighborhood park is empty.
No children are swinging on the swings. No old men are walking their dogs. No gardener is raking up leaves.
Everyone is preparing for an evening of festivities that includes friends, family, feasting and fireworks.
At midnight, the faithful will attend Mass to usher in Christmas Day.
But for now, the little neighborhood park is empty.
On one night a year
the raven sings like a lark
beside the manger.
Text and photo © 2016 by Mark M. Redfearn, all rights reserved