Little Matryoshka

Far away in Russia, the winter snow lies deep and cold, and brightly painted Christmas decorations hang from fresh, green trees.

Let us visit a home in the countryside, and perhaps we will find a new tradition being born.

Perhaps, the young girls of this village will travel in groups of seven from house to house, bundled up brightly in woolen  cloaks, like little Matryoshkas with rosy cheeks and joyful voices.

And perhaps if we open the door when they knock, 
they will give us small presents from their baskets, 
and sing us songs that remind us of the hope of Christmas… 
of love and kindness and goodwill, and peace and joy for all.

Story, Lyrics & Music © 2016 Britta Curkovic

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