Donald

There's nothing like Christmas And woods deep in snow To make us remember The dear long ago. Down life's weary highway, Years pass single file, But deep in us all Lives a bit of the child. The same breathless wonder Floods over us when The gray skies lose snowflakes That dance in the wind. Smoke curling from chimneys, A white windowpane, And dear thoughts return And old joys remain. The tinkle of sleigh bells Across a still night, A warm, shadowed hearth Whose embers burn bright. A colorful afghan Thrown over a chair, Green holly entwined Down the length of a stair. The candlelit church And the golden bells tell Of chapters each heart Remembers so well. Oh, there's nothing like Christmas And woods deep in snow To make us remember The dear long ago. Bc.game - merry christmas

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