 Check, 1, 2, 3. Welcome to the First Unitarian Society of Madison. This is a community where curious seekers gather to explore spiritual, ethical and social issues in an accepting and nurturing environment. Unitarian Universalism supports the freedom of conscience of each individual as together we seek to be a force for good in the world. My name is Teresa Kaufman. I'm a member of the congregation and on behalf of the congregation, I'd like to extend a special welcome to visitors as well as to everyone else. We are a welcoming congregation so wherever you are and whoever you are and wherever you are in your life's journey, we celebrate your presence among us. Today I have two special announcements. Our offering for the Eviction Prevention Fund will happen during the last song of today's program. All donations collected today help fund our Homeless Services Program. Child Dedications will be happening on the weekend of January 5th and 6th. If you would like your family to participate, please see Reverend Kelly after the service. Again, welcome. We're so very glad you're here. And we're glad you're here for this special performance of Old Defana with Ken Longquist and friends. Please enjoy this ancient tale as we enter into this holiday season. Here was the first song, especially me, because I made it up. Let's see, let's pick a good key. This song has inspired stories for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. Today we're going to be performing for you one of our very favorite solstice stories. And the thing about the Yule and the solstice is it's all about the life. The hope for the life of the sun's return. But in the stories, it's not always just the sun that we're singing or thinking about. It's the life that's inside of us, hoping that that may shine brightly. And before we start our story, we'd like to sing a song for you that I think has particular meaning to these days. Give me hope, light the way. There's a path out of the darkness we've been living. To write a name we all must feel for this world that we owe. Give me hope, give me hope. Give me hope. Where's John? A little board. Is it here? Is it here? Two C's and a tomato. Microwave. Let me try. Are you feeling as exhumant as an eggplant? Oh God. Come to the marketplace. You've got to tell any juggler. Come to the marketplace. Come to the marketplace. Any juggler. Guess you're not from Poland. Those three can be terrible. That bushka like pretty little cake can want to know what she will do to you. If you're bad, just be glad she leaves cinders and coals. Cause I'm told there are far worse things she's known to do. Babushka may a curse or maybe even worse. It's been said with eyes red as the embers she picks from her broomstick. A bristle switch to whisk at you. Babushka whips from your room. With her bristly room. You want her back. Take you through the woods. There's nothing you need fear. The story can't be true. Bob swear to me from the time when I was just a little boy. He's a magical story I've never heard. That's what they were while we were fighting back there behind the point seven. They were all very strange. Strangest one of them all without a doubt. Oh, but Vana herself. She kept to herself. She wasn't very present. She changed jobs. I've heard about her. She's a commitmentist. She always left that. Who could blame her for doing that all the way? She really was forever on the wasn't. But it wasn't just writing to that baby. It wasn't about old Vana. You see, she did it all the time. The list of the titles. To the 29 of her members. To collect the abilities of her neighbors. But with Vana having to share. No. She was so beautiful. How could she sound so sweet when she acts so sour? If Vana heard that, she'd stop sleeping and slam her in the shut. I didn't mean for anything. Why did she say so much? Oh, anyway. You know Vana. What's this sheen? Love. Sweet Vana. She had friends, Daniel. And it was. She always had a real good name. She'd sleep in the house. She'd sleep in her own set. She'd even sleep in her own way. All the way down to the road. She won't let anyone visit. No one ever tried to muddle in her house. But sweet she did. And everyone thought she was really amazing. All you want to do is sweep, sweep, sweep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. Go house. Sleep the front steps. Stop. Sleep the leaves of the eating shoes. What's to eat? What? Treat up a treat. Sleep the dust up. That is why she'd sweat, bathe, and stand all the time. To do those things. Every night she'd fall asleep with a lullaby. Except for one. This is where the story is. Really. This summer after she did the dishes and sweat. She went away and went to shut her windows. Glory to the world. Tonight, tonight up. Slip top your voice out. Glory to the world. Tonight, tonight up. Happy to you. There's a child burning in the world. Hallelujah. Glory to the world. Handmaid driving. Especially that one there. She may not know. Oh, right. She may not know. I'm sorry to tell you. The fine family kept up with the eating shoes. Or her. She never found peace on earth. And she never found that special child. But, according to the legend, people tell us that when we find her, she never stops. Fuck. Some say don't find her, but she does it the very day. Every day. Even you and I have seen the peace that they give her from 6th of January. They save it upon her. Using the gift of life that was given to her on that night of life. So very long ago. She still takes up her room in the back. And flies across the salary, bringing candies, cookies, and cakes to children everywhere. She sings them a lullaby as they sleep. And then, she sleeps their rooms all through the night. What? Well, all the fauna will tell you. Because she has no idea which child might be a special child. Who will make a difference in the world? And maybe the better place. Hey, could you? You. Better were I were mine to know which child which little boy or which child which little boy. Oh, man. Imagine all the people may say I'm a dreamer. I'm not the only one.