1996-12-24

My Love:

Magical as large flakes of snow,
	moist and gentle, with no wind to blow;
Sparkling as a frosted field,
	reflecting colours and brilliancies revealed;
Joyous as a song of Kris Kringle,
	sung on a sleigh with bells that jingle;
Warming as a cup of hot cider,
	chasing away the cold and "Brr!";
Sweetening as a candy cane home, 
	worthy of gazing, not just diets to roam;
Thrilling as a child's "One sleep..." Christmas Eve,
	with anticipation of morning, of gifts to receive;
Hopeful as a letter to Claus,
	expressing sincere wishes that give parents pause;
Romantic as a fireplace cuddle,
	when love is expressed through a touch so subtle;
Glorious as a Midnight Mass,
	celebrating the Gift the Heavens did pass;
Soaring as are voices on High,
	proclaiming to all "God's Kingdom!  'Tis nigh!";
Wonderful as the thoughts of goodwill,
	of Peace for all nations we long for still;

Happier than even the best Christmas tree
	is how your smile brings smiles to me.

Yours... Truly Yours,



Vernon R.J. Schmid

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