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At Christmas Time -
Grace E. Easley
There's nothing
like Christmas
And woods deep
in snow
To make us
remember
The dear long
ago.
Down life's
weary highway,
Years pass
single file,
But deep in us
all
Lives a bit of
the child.
The same
breathless
wonder
Floods over us
when
The gray skies
lose snowflakes
That dance in
the wind.
Smoke curling
from chimneys,
A white
windowpane,
And dear
thoughts return
And old joys
remain.
The tinkle of
sleigh bells
Across a still
night,
A warm, shadowed
hearth
Whose embers
burn bright.
A colorful
afghan
Thrown over a
chair,
Green holly
entwined
Down the length
of a stair.
The candlelit
church
And the golden
bells tell
Of chapters each
heart
Remembers so
well.
Oh, there's
nothing like
Christmas
And woods deep
in snow
To make us
remember
The dear long
ago.
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