houses, little trees not forgotten,
A snow-covered church standing tall.
Wires stuck through holes in last year's cotton,
Yet I did not see them at all.
the Spirit of Christmas, it's awe and
That gave joy when I was small.
Every house was aglow with one thought to ponder,
"Jesus is born", that's what
marched on - a new Christmas is near,
We wish you a Blessed Season.
Those same little houses are displayed this
And Jesus is still the reason.
Created and published in 1999
will be four and Vincent two on February six
They are growing and learning and we are loving
every moment. Merry Christmas and Happy New
Eileen and Ray