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Among My Christmas Souvenirs Once again it’s come around… That special time of year. A time of trimming Christmas trees… A time of missing you, my dear. I’ve set the mini manger scene Out on the coffee table. The three wise men, the shepherds, And Baby Jesus in His cradle. It’s funny how the little things Put a big ache in my heart. For all the things we did together Seem to tear me all apart. Christmas always hits me harder Than any other holiday. I can’t explain the reason… It just affects me in this way. It was always such a happy time… We did so much celebrating… Church parties, plays, and caroling… Always memory creating. I remember our first Christmas Eve You locked yourself away from me. To wrap all those tiny boxes I found beneath the twinkling tree. Rings and bracelets… necklaces… Diamonds! Emeralds galore! Sweetheart, you so loved spoiling me And you’ve spoiled me evermore. No one could measure up to you… You could never be replaced. A love as deep and strong as ours Could never be erased. I’m reading your old Christmas cards Collected through the years. Somehow they always take first place Among my Christmas souvenirs. Doris Jacobs-Covington Christmas 2012 I love you, Ish…Merry Christmas 1 Corinthians 13:13 But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love |
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