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It means snow ball fights and snow forts in the woods.
My own Terabithia.
It means ink pens and ballpoint pens and pages filled.
My own book.
It means tea and cocoa and tea pots and cookies.
My own kitchen.
It means laughter and novels and singing loudly.
My own fun.
It means sweaters and slippers and teddy bears.
My own comfort.
It means love and safety and contented sleep.
My own bliss.
It means I am home for Christmas...

and it is better then I had ever dreamed.





love to you, my darlings,
Diana

5 comments:

  1. It sounds like the most lovely Christmas ever <3

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  2. Oh, your precious words. It means beauty and magic and all things sweet, and may you enjoy it with all your heart. xxx

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  3. I'm so glad you are happy, cosy and safe, my lovely. Rest well and eat lots of roast potatoes! xx

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  4. I love this poem. It's just so full of joy.

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  5. I loved this post. So nostalgic. You have such a wonderful way with words. And that photo is beautiful! Hope you had a lovely Christmas.

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