Christmas was truly a day of wonder for me in my Northern Colorado city. The cold weather moved in and dumped a load of WHITE on us. If you were bundled up or snuggled up then it was a perfect day.
So many things change from one year to the next. One year you are hand in hand, making plans, smiling with a happy heart. The next year you sit in a quiet room contemplating the choices you made. Last Christmas was filled with promise. This Christmas feels empty. Next Christmas – ahh, there is always hope.
Please bring for me this Christmastide
Such gifts that will with me abide.
I sorely need each priceless thing
That I am asking you to bring.
A Christmas tree – the same bright Star
That shines o’er Bethlehem’s fields afar.
So by that Star’s unwavering light
I’ll follow there on Christmas night.
Tis the season to give. Every store you enter has a person stationed outside ringing a bell and hoping to receive money for the Salvation Army. Food banks are being depleted and more food is needed. Charities are looking for Toys for Tots. Cold people need warm coats. Poor children can use some toys. Now
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I adore Christmas and love it even more now that I have a 3-year-old in my life. The lights, songs, glitter and presents are something unique and wonderful in his eyes. Excitement is in the air and the beat of Christmas is palpable. A child makes this all real for me in a way that
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