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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there... Excerpt from 'A Visit From St. Nicholas' - Clement C. Moore |
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The sounds of voices, almost angelic..
Quiet at first,then increasing, harmonizing
Reddened cheeks, cold noses...huddling in semi-circles
Shifting from foot to foot to regain warmth,
Hands linked from person to person, voices uniting
Sharing the celebration of Christmas cheer to
As many people as possible, seeking no gratification
Other than the knowledge of bringing about a smile
Or a touch of happiness to someone through song..
What other memoirs can a person have of this joyous season?
The smell of woodsmoke, a crackling amber fire,roasting chestnuts,
Gramma's house, gingerbread men, turkey and cranberries,
Sleigh rides, ice-skating on the pond, laughter, fun,
Peppermint candycanes, Christmas pudding, mandarin oranges,
School and sunday-school concerts, excitement, anticipation,
Chopping down a spruce tree, decorating, tinsel and stars,
Christmas lights all over town, lighting up city streets,
Finding the perfect gift for that special someone,
Hustle and bustle in the city, time to relax..contemplate,
Realize what the true meaning is, the first Christmas,
The birth of Jesus....
