When the first snowflakes begin to come down,And the wind whistles sharp and the branches turn brown,I won’t mind the cold, though it numbs my fingers,
For it brings the time nearer,
when Santa Claus comes
Christmas is forever, not for just one day,
for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away like bells & lights and tinsel,
in some box upon a shelf. The good you do for others is good you do yourself.
I love my kids, and grandchildren.I write poems and I am disabled,,I recently moved 55 miles so I need new friends,I have been married for 29 years(to the same man),my kids are 28 and 34, I also have 3 beautiful grandchildren that I adore long distance.I