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