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To: greenspirit who wrote (1198)	12/6/1997 5:15:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 2095

CHRISTMAS "I smell Christmas," my young son says, We put our faces in the prickly branches of the tree And giggle as the needles brush our cheeks, The strands of lights outline the room In waves of blinking colors, Waiting to wrap the tree in season's glow, While the cat,enchanted by the fact That we have let the outdoors in, Lies underneath as still as still Waiting for the squirrel He is sure hides within. "I hear Christmas!" cries my son. In each window glows one single candle-white With wreath above, red ribbons hanging down. From all around The notes of Saint-Saens' Christmas pour Their sweetness on us as we watch the first official ornament Be hung. We light the fire And through the room the glimmer of gold and silver Bits of Christmas shine On floor and chair And in my children's eyes. "I taste Christmas!" smiles my son. And we toast the new season with the Santa eggnog mugs And hug each other As we feel it enter our home and our hearts Through the sounds and the smells and the lights And the love, Filling us With the memories of Christmas past And the promise of the One to come.