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29 images changed ‘their shapes: inte instruments of temerrow and weaved’ their instinctive-need'for joy in the passing harp colors: of my dreams Twirling: sighs-wound their sleepy blue-around stars-and carried them away to the heaven: after the moon, My dreems-were wooing. the light beyend a- sketiQm mist to bring golden and warm a-welcome-for Santad” sleigh en a child: first: wintered Christmas days. We-epened presents -in the morning behind the cut glass ef our front. wind owes. that brought the sparkling: sum through ,he turning winds breken seund like saintly eyystal’ beams upen our hands When the light weuld leavey the snew would rum reund the greund and way away the sun would wait, while black cloud‘ forms -past it bys The shadow lines-of the trees-were-overwhelmed im - ; the blackness:and the snow’became a solid gray, But when the sum: would rat tag, flicker in my eyes, the-figures ef branches-would slowly draw: their shapes: acress the whiteness,’ The: paper'is pregtys The’paper is pretty, isn't it Michael? I heard’ her: aay it when I was-dreamings' Are-you dreaming about semething eutside the windows Michael? T guess so : Don't you wonder: what: is-ineide’all' these: beautiful packages? Yes}' Them leek inside-and see- what beautiful gifts: Santa-Claue has brought yous She was-in her: quilted robe-and seated on the long red’ couch under the windewss 4nd as-she was speaking I felt like we were all on a:magic carpet, , that was: drifting away with her voice-in waiting for my fathers smile, I! watched’ my fathers: face comfortable’ im hig-golden chair,, with leng runing: