Again, yet another poem which was found in my journal out in the garage!
The snow falls like crisp leaves down it drifts to the ground, With a magical touch in everyone. Calling all the people to come and celebrate for Christmas time is here.
Oh, Come and rejoice, thank the Lord For he has given us the beauty and serenity of a joyful white Christmas!
Written by Becky Henry as I called myself back then- December 1985. All rights reserved.
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Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on November 29, 2003
Hi Becca...I love love snow..and I love winter...and guess what? I love this poem....Becca...the pictures on my page....if I sign them...put my name under them...they are mine....if my name isnt under them they are from the internet...I do post their names when I can find the artists....just thought I'd let you know since you asked on my page.....bless you...floria
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Thanks, Rebecca