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A Christmas Carol
The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O, weary, weary is the world,
But here is all aright.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast,
His hair was like a star.
(O, stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)
The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart
His hair was like a fire.
(O, weary, weary is the world
But here the world's desire.)
The Christ-child stood at Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down.
By GK Chesterton
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
~Dr. Seuss
Trim your windowsills with fresh greens and berries, warmed by votive candles. Enjoy the scent!
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