When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox, "Christmas Fancies"
Snowstorms seem to be raging on every side but all is calm, albeit cold, in my hometown. In the warmth of the ancestral home, I take great pleasure in sitting in the darkened living room, with only the Christmas tree lit, and listening to Christmas CDs. This comfort zone leads me to reflect on, and be thankful for all my blessings: family and friends . . . . . and Cat, of course. My gratefulness brims over my eyes. Thank you!
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