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Tis the season for love and giving. The purest of our human traits. Oh, to be in place ready to receive, with open arms and grateful smiles that more than compensate any discomfort in this effort. The smiling eyes of children more valuable than silver or gold, a riches and wealth for many unknown. But to those of us who see and feel, who in our hearts know value is real, This is as close to heaven as it gets, without ascending in physically form.
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Tis the season for love and giving. The purest of our human traits. Oh, to be in place ready to receive, with open arms and grateful smiles that more than compensate any discomfort in this effort. The smiling eyes of children more valuable than silver or gold, a riches and wealth for many unknown. But to those of us who see and feel, who in our hearts know value is real, This is as close to heaven as it gets, without ascending in physically form.
