I take things from the boxes they were packed in, allowing for the moments of joy when meeting up, once again, to a favorite ornament or piece of the holiday spirit. There are Christmas hymns playing softly in the background, working their way up to booming. You know the words, come and join in!
The gift of love.
The gift of peace.
The gift of happiness.
May all these be yours at Christmas.
May the joy continue to radiate in your lives,
long after the season is gone, gone, gone.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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