********** Out in a snowdrift No palace she keeps In the deep chill of the winter The Frost Maiden sleeps. Her eyes are as blue As the deep winter chill Her touch is as ice She bends all to its will. She comes in late autumn Turning everything brown The winter’s the cold sun Cannot warm the ground.… Read More ~~ The Frost Maiden Cometh ~~
Woke this morning at 6:00 The weather was still at its tricks By the time it was 9:00 I was still feeling fine Then I was so bold As to open the door And was hit by the cold (wind) As snow blew ‘cross the floor. I thought that by 2:00 It would finally be through… Read More The Snow Witch
I’m tired and weary And ready for bed. Now where is that pillow for my sleepy head? *** GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY !!! ______________________ ********** ____
Looking at this…… Dreaming of this…. +++++++++++++++ =========
********** ***** ‘Twas the day after Christmas And there on the sand With his eight tiny reindeer All lookin’ so grand *** That jolly old elf With a drink in his hand Was stretched out on the beach And gettin’ a tan. *** There was no denyin’ He was havin’ some fun After the whole… Read More The Day After Christmas
*************************************** My wish this Christmas is for PEACE to a torn and troubled world. ******************* MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE ….. Paul
*To all of my friends at WordPress* Tomorrow, Christmas Eve, and Tuesday, Christmas Day most of my time will be occupied by celebrating with family. observing time-honored traditions, exchanging gifts, and attending services on Christmas Eve. *** I leave each and every one of you with the above wishes (hopefully in your native languages) for… Read More Christmas Eve
May you find warmth on a cold windy day May snow only be as deep as the bottom of your shoes (except for you skiers/snowboarders) May you, this season, celebrate with those you love And may love for all you hold dear continue to grow in your hearts…, this holiday season and forevermore. (and may… Read More 2 Days Befor Christmas
‘Twas three days before Christmas And all through the land Wind was blowing so hard was tough just to stand. From the clouds, wreaking havoc on all that’s below Came not not flurries or flakes, but inundating snow. It lasted all night and was certainly not nice In the morning it melted and left streets… Read More 3 Days Before Christmas
Three Red Marbles By W. E. Petersen This story first appeared in the October 1975 Ensign Magazine One day Mr. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my… Read More Three Red Marbles
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