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Christmas

 

Waiting in all our young impatience and

shining dreams for that first sight of the tree in all it's tall magnificence
aglow beneath a single star.

 

We counted endless days until the wonders in holiday wrappings
were ours to see and touch and hold in eager hands.

 

So long ago that memories of dolls and sleds and skates are joined in
faded montage, indefinite and dusty with the years.

 

Now when sounds and fragrances of Christmas reappear,

one clear and perfect recollection fills the heart;
the love so truly given,
so joyfully received.

 

 

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