Saturday, December 27, 2008

Christmas Once is Christmas Still

I waited as long as I could for the weather to cooperate so that I could visit my parents. It was 52 in Morgantown and raining. In Westernport, it was 32. My parents' driveway was a solid sheet of ice. As I was leaving, we turned so I could get a picture of us together on this Christmas Eve. Journaling: "My Mom and Dad gave us the best Christmas ever 50 years ago and that loving feeling still remains." Excerpt of poem by Phillip Brooks in Ideals Magazine:

"The sky can still remember the earliest Christmas morn.
O never failing splendor! O never silent song!
Still keep the brave earth dreaming of deeds that shall be done."

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