1999 Christmas Poem

Home on Christmas
Merriment will lose no opportunity to brighten and amuse and bring a smile to me. Happiness comes home on every holiday, greeted with warm welcome, frolicking and play. Joy in every heart, like embers from the coals caressing a cold hearth, embraces, warms our souls. Melodious as a chime whose bright tones reach my ear, Christmas is a time to draw our family near. Carols of a choir singing with one voice uplift and inspire, invite us to rejoice In him who came to earth to give his life for us. We celebrate his birth. That's why we have Christmas.
by Robert and Rita Bartholomew Christmas 1999

Home on Christmas

Merriment will lose no opportunity to brighten and amuse and bring a smile to me.
Happiness comes home on every holiday, greeted with warm welcome, frolicking and play.
Joy in every heart, like embers from the coals caressing a cold hearth, embraces, warms our souls.
Melodious as a chime whose bright tones reach my ear, Christmas is a time to draw our family near.

Carols of a choir singing with one voice uplift and inspire, invite us to rejoice
In him who came to earth to give his life for us. We celebrate his birth. That's why we have Christmas.

by Robert and Rita Bartholomew
Christmas 1999

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