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At that precise moment a great log rolled across the threshold and into the fireplace. The little child looked at the log with eyes like stars—stars which sent gleams of light that kindled the log with the most brilliant fire the old man ever had seen.
The dingy little room immediately was filled with radiance and warmth, and as the light enwrapped the child, he laughed and laughed with a melody like a song from the heart. The old man turned his eyes to where the fire horned end watched the flames leap ini beautiful rainbow tints over the log, and as his old eyes watched, the colors seomed to form the shape of the Cross in the fire.
The flames of the Cross leaped higher and higher, blue, red, yellow and white, and as the old man watched this display, suddenly and magically there appeared a table in the center of the room, covered with a Christmas feast such as never before had been spread before his eyes. And never again was the old man hungry or cold, and never after that was there a Christmas in old Virginia without the Yule log and the Christmas Child to give light and warmth.
And that is the story of the Yule log as it is told in 'Virginia every Christmas Eve.
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