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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=340885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Christmas Eve</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=340885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Snow flakes seem to do a majestic dance in the air; <br>Or so it appears at the opening of the chapel door.<br>Gingerly walking down the front marble stair, <br>I head into the darkness with holiday joy in store.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=340885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Warmed by the spirit of celebrating the Holy Birth, <br>I ride the bus homeward through the pristine snow.<br>The street scene is one of colorful lights and mirth, <br>With a bitter gust of wind pushing one and all to and fro.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=340885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It feels as if it's the same over the entire universe; <br>Nothing but serenity and delight up and down the street, <br>As I run to my door before the weather gets worse.<br>Oh the joy of being home at Christmas in my cozy retreat.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=340885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Off I go to slumber comfortably in the warmth of my bed.<br>With dreams of cherubs and angels caroling in a sleigh<br>And visions of my girl Celesta dancing stately in my head, <br>I am entertained by thoughts of the joy of the coming day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Albert+Price">Albert Price</a></strong></div>