I write because it makes me smile. I read because it makes me think.

Holy, Holy – 11th Poem of Christmas

Choir Boys

 

Heralds sing
Of the King.
Let us all our carols ring.
Yes, new Light He will bring.
Hosannas sing,
Our newborn King,
Lovely angel voices ring,
Yes, new Light He will bring.

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When we married Bob’s brown-haired son was twelve, my blond-haired son was six. When I saw this music box in 1985 it reminded me so much of the two of them, I had to buy it.

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