When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,
We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago,
And etched on vacant places
Are half-forgotten faces
Of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox
("Christmas Fancies" Poems of Power)
It comes every year and will go on forever. And along with Christmas belong the keepsakes and the customs. Those humble, everyday things a mother clings to, and ponders, like Mary in the secret spaces of her heart.
~ Marjorie Holmes
~ Marjorie Holmes
Christmas is a race to see which gives out first - your money or your feet.
~ Unknown
~ Unknown
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