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Then the next evening, and of course it’s Christmas Day by now, all of us gather in the village square again, not with hunting horns and drums and whips, but with bells, sheep bells for little children, and cow bells for everyone else. We carry flaming torches partly to light the way, partly to keep us warm. We go the same way we went the day before, but this time ringing our bells. We climb up higher than we did on Christmas Eve, right up to the tree line below the castle walls. Here we always stop and listen to the mountains above, echoing with the sound of our bells. Then we sing a Christmas carol, to the Mountain Dragon, and always