"You may have tangible wealth untold; caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be. I had a mother who read to me" - Strickland Gillian
Listening to Silver Bells right now. I remember this time last year, when Christmas dawned nearer and I told you how much I loved this season of the year, and you said it'll be November soon and we'll start bringing out the Christmas carols. I remember your smile, that faraway wistful look in your eyes, oh how I never had a clue. And then December came.
It's a little too early for Christmas Carols now. But the promise of something better, something unforeseen, uncertain hangs clear like the sound of a bell in the stillness of the night.....
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