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Si La Vie Était Simple

Away in a Manger
The Christmas song "Away in a Manger", composed by William James Kirkpatrick in 1895, is very popular in England and is also very well known internationally. Andreas Ludwig Schulte initially lets the melody sound through the woodwind in this arrangement. The brass perform the second pass. The piece ends in a festive tutti.

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Away In A Manger (arr. Andreas Ludwig Schulte) - William James Kirkpatric

Title: The House in the Woods, Part I
It was the kind of Sunday that felt like an Indian Summer—soft golden light filtering through the canopy, the hum of tires on gravel, and the scent of pine and late-blooming wildflowers drifting through the open windows. Harry and Elise had no destination, only the pleasure of each other's company and the winding road ahead.
As they rounded a bend, Elise leaned forward, her eyes catching something through the thicket.
“Darling, please slow down and turn around,” she said, her voice tinged with wonder. “Did you see that home back there?”
Harry glanced in the rearview mirror, puzzled. “No,” he replied, “but I’ll go back for you, dear.”
He reversed slowly, the tires crunching over fallen leaves. There, nestled deep in the woods at the end of a long dirt path, stood a Victorian house—its silhouette grand yet weary, like a forgotten melody. The gables were ornate, the windows tall and shuttered, and ivy curled around the porch railings like nature’s embrace.
Elise stepped out of the car, drawn as if by memory. “It looks like it’s been waiting,” she whispered.
Harry joined her, brushing aside a low-hanging branch. “Waiting for what?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she walked toward the house, each step stirring the silence. The air grew cooler, the light dimmer beneath the trees. A strange feeling came over her being, as if someone was watching and following them.  A rusty hinged door creaked open with a cry, as the couple crossed the threshold into a place where time had folded in on itself. 
Inside, dust danced in shafts of light. A piano stood in the parlor, its keys yellowed but intact. Portraits lined the walls… faces half-faded, eyes that seemed to follow. Elise ran her fingers along the banister, pausing at a carved initial: E.
“Harry,” she said, her voice trembling, “I think I’ve been here before.” (To be continued... )

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