She simply loves the Rag doll, in the little blue dress and pointed red hat!
Singing the carols holds a special place in her heart.
Snow flakes gently falling and frozen curling leaves that make beautiful patterns are the best of decorations.
She considers the words of Job
Can we fathom the treasures of the snow.
In the mist of time she closes her eyes and sees a faint reflection.
Traces history and stories.
Night time in winter holding her daddy’s large hand she skips along the familiar path.
She ponders this.
Knowing the Father of all creation is with her still.
Earthly folk move on, she feels the big gap, aches her often.
She looks at the stars, they are so fascinating, a mass of sprinkle sparkles of light.
She loves the wonder that the heaven holds.
Matt 2:10 When that saw the star they were overjoyed beyond measure
Sometimes you will never know the value of something, until it becomes a memory. Dr. Seuss
A curtesy of starlight, a hat tip from the moon, a whistle from the wind, signs dawn will dance in soon. Patsy Clairmont