The night before Christmas eve
the snow started to fall.
In my mind, I couldn't believe
it,
I was all done shopping at the
mall.
As this silent white blanket
covered all the bare places,
on the driveway and the front
yard
Including the deep spaces
Of my heart
As I think of all of you
on this now Christmas eve.
The snow has now been washed
away
by the rain, as I thought you
wouldn't leave.
I read in the newspaper the
other day
about the depression that some
of us get,
during this time of giving.
Maybe I should call that hotline,
yet,
it's of you that I am missing.
Its not so much that our life
is sometimes riddled with pain.
Its not so much as the strife,
but the friendships that we
gain.
I see that your not at your
keyboard
the chat rooms are running on
empty
The ICQ messages have not roared
barely a soul on-line, oh that's
me
at these times I usually do,
yes, most assuredly, I miss
you
All
Merry Christmas
by Gary Hodges
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Christmas Morning
Artist: Maxfield Parrish
He is probably my most favorite artist.
He somehow managed to enable us to expereince a dream world, but also real
life, and all at the same moment. This is the stuff our soul yearns for.
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