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Candy canes and
sugar plum fairies
sneaking kisses ‘neath the mistletoe brightly wrapped packages under the tree sweet children’s faces all aglow. Sounds of Christmas carols cuddling up by the fire’s glow the scent of pine and cinnamon little tin soldiers all in a row. Cookies to bake and fudge to make pauses to think of Christmas' past inevitably letting go a heart-felt sigh for those memories which last and last. Midst the hustle and bustle the day comes when in reverence we remember it’s our Lord’s birthday we celebrate on the twenty-fifth of each December. |
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