Christmas Eve
Children are outside,
playing in the fluffy snow;
While the tall tree inside is aglow.
The house is alive with the aromas of sugar cookies and a low fire;
With sounds of joyous conversation, laughter, and prayer.
Is that St. Nick that I hear?
For it's the eve of the birth of our Savior.
(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2015
Merry Christmas!
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