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Christmas is the time to go home again seeking holidays of the past and all we hold dear. The lights bring warmth as we drive into the yard. We remember deeply all that was good, the hustle and bustle, helping Dad chop wood. The fireplace glow was brighter when we were small. Mom's kitchen aroma could be smelled by all. And with all these memories celebrating the day, (The birth of our King) we sing as the angels did; more so now than when a kid. We celebrate the birth of our King! [ Back to "Christian Poems" page ] |
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