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the stutter of rain ..." ❤ excerpt (c) Amy Schutzer


Thursday, December 23, 2010

~ Visions of Sugar Plums ~

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads…

3 comments:

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

I have always loved this poem. Perfect image.
Warm thoughts and blessings sent your way.

My Farmhouse Kitchen said...

sandi....i enjoyed reading this too. love the photo...

teddy sweet santa boy and i are thinking of you today and sending Merry Christmas Wishes...

love,
kary and the teddy boy
xxx

mxtodis123 said...

This is one of my favorites. The image you chose is perfect. Holiday wishes to you and yours.
Mary

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