Santa with his sleigh and the "moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow!"I have a sister who lives in Houston. How can you have Christmas there? But of course you can. This poem by Timothy Steele takes place in L.A. He's stringing his Christmas lights. His neighbors of various religious persuasions stroll by to offer suggestions and praise.
from Fleda Brown: Traverse City Record-Eagle: There's always light ahead
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