I even read one forum where a poster made fun of the "old-fashioned" custom of baking a birthday cake for the baby Jesus. Hmmm. That was one of our traditions when my kids were little. I guess I'm older than I thought.
After the
carols have faded,
And the
gifts have been tucked away.And the candles are stubs of formless wax
And the snow has mouldered to gray-
After the
holly withers.
And the
berries are rusted brown,And the carpets sparkle with tinseled fir
Where needles come tumbling down—
After the
dream has ended,
And the
embers are burning low,May the Christ, the Heart of Christmas,
Still brighten the afterglow.
~Alice E. Kenelly
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