“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
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Sunday, December 20, 2009
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