Home waits across the River, beyond the Battlefield of Snowballs, past the Covered Bridge and Skating Pond. Home, where a Tree stands sentinel, dressed in solitary green, its lights brightening against the night’s darkest skies. See the candles in the windows? Here, take Mamma’s hand, take Daddy’s hand, we are almost there.
If you are in town and have free time, we would live to see you over the holiday. S & J
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