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Forget Not: Amanda POV

By the seventeenth day of December, Christmas has taken over the town. Soon red and white are the only two colours the world knows—how it always happens this time each year. 

Plastic hollies and mistletoes hang from porches of family houses and schools gates, churches and banks. A cherry sun hangs from a lucid mistless sky. 

 Red and white, too. 

Perhaps that is all Christmas is: Red and white. 

Little Feats' closing fete is a sombre occasion, suprisingly so. Chideziri made a life sized portrait of the infant Jesus, in a manger, gurgling. Hands reach for him from the periphery. I assume they are Mary's. It's so properly done that looking at it, it could have been an old black and white photograph. 

 For the carol, all the fluorescents are switched off and only candles light the room. 

It's a sight. A hundred or more candles, glinting against the Assembly hall's blackness. Then time flies and it becomes time
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