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Candy canes and
sugar plum fairies
sneaking kisses �neath the mistletoe brightly wrapped packages under the tree sweet children�s faces all aglow. Sounds of Christmas carols cuddling up by the fire�s glow the scent of pine and cinnamon little tin soldiers all in a row. Cookies to bake and fudge to make pauses to think of Christmas' past inevitably letting go a heart-felt sigh for those memories which last and last. Midst the hustle and bustle the day comes when in reverence we remember it�s our Lord�s birthday we celebrate on the twenty-fifth of each December. |
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