ďAll human life has its seasons, and no oneís personal chaos can be permanent: winter, after all does not last forever does it? There is summer, too, and spring, and though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, that summer, but they do, and always." T.Capote
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Christmas in Heaven
I see the countless Christmas trees Around the world below, With tiny lights, like heavenís stars, Reflecting on the snow
The sight is so spectacular, Please wipe away that tear, For I am spending Christmas with the angels this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs, That people hold so dear, But the sounds of music canít compare With the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, The joy their voices bring For it is beyond description, To hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart. But I am not so far away, We really arenít apart.
So be happy for me dear ones, You know I hold you dear, And be glad Iím spending Christmas, With the angels this year.