Well...the morning dawns foggy...yet, the mountain rises above....
Caroline...listens as Santa shares the poem...
Colin receives his robe...and enjoys... 
Still, evening fog settles in the valley...
And the stockings are filled... 
A new one this year...
Never in my memory has Mom had a stocking filled...
No longer true...no longer true...
The children are nestled...
Caroline...listens as Santa shares the poem...
Colin receives his robe...and enjoys... 
Still, evening fog settles in the valley...
And the stockings are filled... 
A new one this year...Never in my memory has Mom had a stocking filled...
No longer true...no longer true...
The children are nestled...
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