There is nothing under the tree
that could bring as much joy to me
as a young child’s squeal of glee
when they get to open up and see
the wonders of a bedded Christmas Eve
their anticipation dripping heavily
Oranges pulled from stockinged sleeves
comes the release of temptation, finally!
Welsh Wicca in the Hills of East Tennessee
The Art and Craft of Blogging
Examining extraordinary in the mundane
AM Roselli's art & writing site
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Color by words.
(re)Living History, with occasional attempts at humor and the rare pot-luck subject. Sorry, it's BYOB. All I have is Hamm's.
travel, nature, reflection
A Hopefully Formerly Depressed Human Vows To Practice Self-Approval
The Poetry of My Life through My Writings and Journeys
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
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But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everflowing stream. Amos 5:24
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