Someone shouted with a voice filled with wonder, "Look!" They would later debate among themselves as to exactly what happened. Some thought it was an electrical surge, others thought is was an optical illusion and still others thought it a miracle.
The star on the top of the war memorial obelisk had taken upon itself an inordinate splendor. It caused the dimly glowing street lights to cast shadows on the snow and dispelled the fog to reveal a brilliant night sky. It really was quite spectacular.
All were certain that they heard voices as resonant as wind whistling through winter trees, singing with clear, crystal harmony, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace, good will toward men."
It was almost more than the poor townsfolk could take. When the magic moment had passed, mayor Poteat said, "I hereby make an O-fishul decree: From now on this town shall be called "Joytown," never again shall it be a 'Sorrytown’. All the people said, "Hoo-ray for mayor Po-teat." Then they all went back to their homes filled with songs of joy and words of happy laughter.
