Oh how I miss the Christmas past! Did you ever catch a snowflake on your eyelid and taste the coldness on your tongue? Our snow days in New Jersey were magical and wonderful when a carpet of white surrounded our home.
Oh how I miss the Christmas past! The smell of wet wool and
the pot belly stove in the warming shack after ice skating all day. I miss the
taste of chestnuts on an open fire warming frostbitten fingers and toes.
Now when I sing the ancient Yule time carols, another Christmas
will pass with only my fond memories. So let us deck the halls with boughs of
holly and when you don’t your gay apparel, may all our Christmases be bright.
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