Happy New Year . . .

Hoping

A

Particularly

Precious

Year

Now

Embarks

With

You

Experiencing

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Renewal of spirit

The Little Things . . .

It’s the little things that mean the most when added through the years,

The way mom crimps her piecrust edge and hugs away your fears.

It’s the little ways dad makes you smile,  cracking nuts to feed the squirrels,

And making fudge and popcorn . . .  to treat his boys and girls.

It’s the little gifts that friendships bring,  like change to get a coke,

The little hugs and smiles given,  and the laughing at your joke.

It’s the little daily blessings found . . .  left for us by God,

The sunset at the end of day, or dew drops on the sod.

It’s the little baby born one night,  a long,  long time ago.

The little gift of love and hope,  to a world tossed to and fro . . .

So at this time of making lists, wrapping boxes, tying bows,

Wanting to give the very best to loved ones all,  please know . . .

It’s the little gifts of self you give,  all throughout the year,

That bring such joy and happiness,  and nurtures Christmas Cheer.