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Imagine if you can I say, the certainty on Christmas Day If Infinite Wisdom should decree, Christmas Day to be snow free. Happy children need Christmas snows, (Ask your parent, they already know); To use their skates, sleighs and skis, And mitts and coats so they don't freeze. History dictates outside toys Combine quite well with outside clothes. Skates match well with socks and toques, Sleighs slide faster warm in boots. Snow awakens sleepyheads, gets kids outside riding sleds. They'll ride their sleds down downy slopes, begging brothers to man sled ropes.  For smiling Cherubs on Christmas morn, hope and pray for snowy lawns. There in safety they can mold a fortress or a snowman bold. HA! Now listen to my homily, snow's not for kids only. What would we do on Christmas Day, with ready kids, no snow for play. Imagine kids - your very own - doing everything at home. Your son, too eager with his horn, playing Gabriel in the early morn. Recall the rush for toys and games, the push of crowds gone insane. "Why won't she play outside at all?" Instead she cartwheels down the hall.  SCREAMS OF LAUGHTER - RESOUNDING;  PEELS OF JOY ECHOING; HAPPY SHRIEKS RESOUNDING on silent Christmas morn.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
A Christmas Prayer
Imagine if you can I say, the certainty on Christmas Day If Infinite Wisdom should decree, Christmas Day to be snow free. Happy children need Christmas snows, (Ask your parent, they already know); To use their skates, sleighs and skis, And mitts and coats so they don't freeze. History dictates outside toys Combine quite well with outside clothes. Skates match well with socks and toques, Sleighs slide faster warm in boots. Snow awakens sleepyheads, gets kids outside riding sleds. They'll ride their sleds down downy slopes, begging brothers to man sled ropes.  For smiling Cherubs on Christmas morn, hope and pray for snowy lawns. There in safety they can mold a fortress or a snowman bold. HA! Now listen to my homily, snow's not for kids only. What would we do on Christmas Day, with ready kids, no snow for play. Imagine kids - your very own - doing everything at home. Your son, too eager with his horn, playing Gabriel in the early morn. Recall the rush for toys and games, the push of crowds gone insane. "Why won't she play outside at all?" Instead she cartwheels down the hall.  SCREAMS OF LAUGHTER - RESOUNDING;  PEELS OF JOY ECHOING; HAPPY SHRIEKS RESOUNDING on silent Christmas morn.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
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