“Another fresh new year is here . . . Another year to live! To banish worry, doubt, and fear, To love and laugh and give! This bright new year is given me To live each day with zest . . . To daily grow and try to be My highest and my best! I have ...
I had kindled the hearth to warm my toes and started some Hickory brew To heat up my insides as well, as another December day was through. And breathing in that wholesome scent, I closed my worn eyes tight Resolved that I might dream a bit that cold and snowy night. In the almost formless ...
There once was a man made of snow, Who grew happy and bigger whenever the wind would blow. But some kids playing a trick Gave him a candle and a wick And soon he was only H2O.
Wish but one wish when winter comes, Dream but one dream of the past. The light from a fire is in all our homes But the flames from the hearth won’t last. For faint and few are the embers, Snuggle up and keep on your gloves; What the Winter Heart always remembers Is the warmth ...
Again that time of year is here When wreaths elves lights appear The hue of Santa’s suit and sleigh Adding color the wintry skies of gray Until pansies roses tulips grow Melting all of the Season’s snow But I like holly gifts Advent more Than all that springtime holds in store For it’s this I’ll ...
Bundled bird, It is Christmas time, so sing for us again. Beautiful bird, With magical rhyme, bring us smiles again. Hold us please, With every word, bundled bird, Shake the snow, Spread your wings, sing and let us in. Bundled bird, Warm from the storm; share your melody It is Christmas time, Sing once more ...
When eggnog’s generously filling Each and every Christmas mug And siblings tour miles and miles To greet you with a hug There’s scarce else I’ll be wishing Than this simple little prayer Of peace and calm and blessings much On Christmas Day this year.
I wish that I could wrap up all the love and Holiday cheer That comes along with Christmas and with New Year’s every year, Pack it in a pretty box and put it on my shelf And pull it down again each year and give it to myself. I wish that I could tie up ...
There is one last present under the Christmas tree, I wonder whose it is? Is it for the little girl with the rocking horse, Or is it for Grandma or Aunt Liz? It looks so lonely, Sitting there by itself; It’d certainly be an awesome addition On "somebody’s" shelf. The ribbon is gold, The paper ...
I write this in September And I can already see my breath Because the temperature is falling To fifty degrees or less; There are frosted mornings And skies are turning gray; Next thing, there’ll be snowdrifts Fit for a sleigh. In stores, they’re gearing for Halloween With pumpkins on display; After October 31, we’ll count ...
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