Every year, just after Christmas,
I’m left with memories…
Pretty paper and happy ribbons,
Waiting beneath a tree,
Bustle of hearts, merrily laughing,
Devouring meals from hands
Who sliced and kneaded, baking…
Some of the tastiest cuisines.
Every year, just after Christmas,
I’m left with whispers…
From hearts who believe,
They’ve been given the greatest blessings,
Gentle lights, falling softly,
Surrounding hearts with beauty and peace,
Dancing in the...
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