none could survive if we could not move on.. like the changing seasons.. days and nights.. human beings too live with darkness and light. crushed one moment.. smiling another.. holding faded memories of pain and loss.. like a bad dream.. and hope tiptoes it's way inside Again..
First Christmas
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First Christmas, come here and meet
little me, I am eight months big.
Santa has his hands full with me —
I gurgle in wonder, he laughs with glee.
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