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Christmas Eve prayer The snow it is falling on the ground, \ everyone is so busy all through this old town. I head on home tired, cold, and worn, from another long day, that felt as though, the entire load on my back, I had borne. It s Christmas Eve tonight, the holiest of nights all year, I know that I should be happy and full of good cheer. After all I have only just gotten home and that holy hour it is drawing near, yet some how inside of myself there is some small fear. For some reason I am unable to stay and so reach for my coat once more, *T11 be back shortly* I say as I rush out the door. I step off into the cold dark night, so engrossed in my thoughts I give no care to taking a light. The snow it is still falling softly to the ground, I wonder whether if I listened carefully, could I hear its small sound. Instead on I trod lost in my thoughts just as if I were in a sea, thoughts of God and Jesus an their love for you and for me.
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