Christmas Spirit The crimson sun comes crashing downBlood red rays tumble to the ground.I see it through the scarlet glare,Christmas spirit is everywhere. I find joy in falling snowflakes,Even though my broken heart aches.Scent of pine needles in the air,Christmas spirit is everywhere. Oh silent night, most holy night,I’m drawn towards the eastern light.I bowContinue reading “Christmas Spirit”
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Colleen Keller Breuning 