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What happens to our clocks each year At Christmastime or near it? Do they get to much Christmas cheer Or just the Christmas spirit? The clocks that were the whole year through, dependable and steady Tick hours off like mad when you Have Christmas to get ready. Yet, strange to say, those very clocks Delight in hesitating; They go to sleep between their ticks When you are young and waiting. By Ruth Van Gorder Lake Ariel, Pennsylvania Christmas Ideals Magazine November MCMLXXXV
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
Christmas Clocks
What happens to our clocks each year At Christmastime or near it? Do they get to much Christmas cheer Or just the Christmas spirit? The clocks that were the whole year through, dependable and steady Tick hours off like mad when you Have Christmas to get ready. Yet, strange to say, those very clocks Delight in hesitating; They go to sleep between their ticks When you are young and waiting. By Ruth Van Gorder Lake Ariel, Pennsylvania Christmas Ideals Magazine November MCMLXXXV
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
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