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Page 2 of 2 This is a poem submitted by a past member who would now be in her late eighties; a little thought about Christmas that I would like to share. CHRISTMASCarolers sing in the crisp cold night.Houses glow brightly with soft candle Light.Ribboned parcels, all sizes lie under the tree,Intriguing and secret they call you and me.Stars sparkle so brilliantly high in the skyTelling the wise men where Jesus will lie.Mary gives birth to her angel-blessed boyAs the world looks in awe with hearts full of joy,Sharing the promise that love will not die.By Pat NesbittSo wishes for a beautiful season,
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