Christmas Spirit

The earth is white beneath the sky,
As darkened clouds go drifting by.
Trees bow down as if in prayer,
The Christmas Spirit is in the air.

There's quietness in the distant hills,
And the moon in splendor waits until.
The night winds rise...as if to share,
The Christmas Spirit in the air.

All through the valley and far below,
There comes a crispness, a soft felt glow.
Where angels break the silence there,
With Christmas carols on the air.

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More people are hungering for kindness,
sympathy, comradeship and love...than
are hungering for bread.

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Christmas is the whisper of winds in the
tree tops...it is the smell of fire-places
on the outside...it is the kindness of love
bestowed...it is a cheery, laughter-filled,
gay greeting coming from one to another.


E.P. 1908 - 1989