The fuel oil smelled and carried an odor that turned stomach but warm Like the many thoughts I have of Christmas smells touched feelings
Strong of all sense encapsulated warmth and glow of seasoned years So many of slight fragrances turn my mind into mush as memories flood Wonder is the gift of love on a page being written life is full when lived
Words are like the gifts given now and then
Hear the angels sing lift up our souls who will take our spirit who will count the gold
passion is a memory of what is yet to come love is the reason for living for some me I just like to write my words down
Windows look into many of the view behind and a head
Remember on the lawn a voice of Christmas joy stockings hung filled with lots of toys
cookies and licking out the bowl church bells tolling carols of old pump organ playing soft and slow
excitement comes in stories said and read
Built a manger of a fallen pine tree sweet the smell of evergreen
touched the hearts of many passer by how does joy make a man cry sing to me bible verse and stay
Linger now a little while and share for in my words you just might be there
to taste and feel all that is a part of me lost in thought under the Christmas tree child lost in the large of my lap asleep
Jason Chase, a man filled with personal demons, only wanted to finish his manuscript. But all his carefully laid plans disappear when a stranger showed up at his front door claiming to be his long-lost father.
Action-packed adventure that will keep you turning the pages.
When an explosion on board Transcon's flight Three-Seven disables their flight control systems, it's up to a group of "Angels" to save the passengers and crew from crashing into
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