Tis the Season
As the children calmly sleep, snow begins to fall on this quiet Christmas eve.
Mom and dad slowly find there way down the hall to pear in on the children all
nestled tightly in there beds. Soon after mom and dad would retire to the front
room
by the fire. Mom with her book and dad with his paper. They too soon would drift
of into dream land. They all would dream of Christmases from yesteryear, here
and now, and the future. Soon the anticipation would soon pass for another
Christmas has come and gone. But don't you worry it soon will return with all it's
shimmering lights, love, and laughter. And always remember tis the season.
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