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Christmas Eve

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed ’round the room and cherished the sight. My was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the treee, I … Continue reading

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