The flakes of peace blanketing this earth,
and love smoldering in every hearth,
the feast of childhood and warm circle of folks,
melody in songs, laughter and wild jokes,
gifts that say we care,
grace and blessings here,
Lord in our hearts, and a spirit that never grows old,
a coin for charity, joyous traditions replayed and retold.
The glow of happiness, lamps and light.
Never the winter, with such a Christmas bright.
Hitchhiking with Sunday Scriptures Blessings
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