~ Through the Years ~ |
When Christmas bells are ringing above the fields of snow, And Christmas candles burning, giving off a peaceful glow, We hear sweet voices singing from days 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 |
Here we are as in olden days, Happy golden days of yore; Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us, once more. Through the years we all will be together, If the fates allow. Hang a shining star upon the highest bough; And have yourself A merry little Christmas now. -- Hugh Martin, Ralph Blane |
Christmas, that magic blanket that wraps itself about us. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. It may be a day of feasting or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance - a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved. -- Augusta E. Rundel |
When Christmas waves its wand over this world, everything is softer and more beautiful. -- Norman Vincent Peale |
A Christmas candle is a lovely thing; it makes no noise at all, It softly gives itself away, while, quite unselfish, it grows small. -- Eva K. Logue |
But I have always thought of Christmas time as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely. -- Charles Dickens, "A Christmas Carol" |
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