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Dreams of Christmas When we were just kids there were magic scenes, of bright colored lights and candy cane dreams. The sounds of Noel, smells of evergreens. Dime sized snowflakes and home-made ice cream. Frosty cold mornings, lawns covered in snow bright sparkling gems like diamonds aglow. Stories of Santa and wondrous reindeer. Cold nights, warm blankets bells rang in our ears. Heard tales of elves and the toy factory. Stood in line all day to sit on his knee. We'd wake up early get Dad out of bed. Unwrap our presents and a brand new sled. We all grow older, memories will change but dreams of Christmas remain quite the same. T.L.Finch
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