Noel Christmas is lonelylike the rustle of a nestthat keeps out cold one night longer. It is wistfullike the longing of strangerswho wander forty years from home. It is faithfullike a shepherd who hears angels,sees newborn Messiah, spends a life waitingfor another sign, another wordto prove He has not forgotten. Published in Literature
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