Notes in Grandma's Christmas Linens

A glowing sunset puts gold in your hair. You are my treasure that gold cannot replace.

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Christmas dreams . . . glistening snow, icicles on the eaves, sleigh rides with you . . . a crackling fire, creamy hot chocolate, carols on the gramophone

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You brushed my hair tonight, slowly and gently, easing out the tangles. We talked of our day together, the peace we had shared.

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Wrapped in your arms,
So warm and strong,
I know exactly
Where I belong