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We who sleep a little later,
ventured from our slumber
found a fairyland of Christmas
of trees, angels, villages, greens
and the feel of Christmas
throughout the house, making it
a home for our joy, our hope
in the Advent, the coming
of the Christ child

December 10, 2006 15:05

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