The darkest time in the year,
The poorest place in town,
Cold, and a taste of fear,
Man and woman alone,
What can we hope for here?
More light than we can learn,
More wealth than we can treasure,
More love than we can earn,
More peace than we can measure,
Because one child is born.
— Christopher Fry, One Child Is Born
I enjoyed the warm glow of the candle and the poem, Mary Ann.
Christmas Blessings ~ Wendy
Thank you Wendy. Peace and Joy to you and your family.
Love your posts but am having trouble posting a comment. Your “Home” post had no where to comment. Have a wonderful Christmas with your family and friends.
And I love your posts, too, Karen. I like what you cook and the things you write about. Sorry for the difficulty in comments. I will check. I have problems with that if I am reading on my I pad instead of the PC. Blog mechanics are a challenge for me. Happy Christmas to you and yours.
Thank you for your kind words, Mary Ann. I know what you mean about blog mechanics…very challenging indeed. :)