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3 of 13 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Where love never miss a cue, September 30, 2000
"O come, all ye faithful", You the all mighty! Come, all angels and saints of the other world, of the elsewhere. Finally triumph, happy in this true Bethlehem into us. The king of angels is born; the Savior is the truth in us."The First Noel" In the dark fields of our inner lies on us angels sang the first truth. The King... in our concerns is light; it is the love on our law of survival. Poor naked shepherds whom we are in our stall, this -inner self- so deeply in our heart Christmas was born. "Winter Wonderland", Bells, Sleigh, Snow... The world is suddenly marvelous. The summer took off. A new mind hovers us. A song of love... Conspire a big feast. Let's imagine a snowman to recognize it when we'll see it. "Silver Bells" Crowded cities, decorated of hopes, infants... laughter's; Fires, red to the green, let pass our gifts charged of the desire to make pleasure. Became Fathers, for the day that comes. "Blue Christmas", Blue, blue...Blues. The past stays late in time. Days are shorter; colors dim. Snow White is missing. This silence... "Silent night", nothing more comes to disturb the search for peace of mind... The instant is consecrated. In our child's memory Christ is living. Christ, this search of peace that, shut down noises... "White Christmas", dreaming... has it snowed... calm is on the ground... What a contrast with trees...Beautiful now... I think about all those of my life... A white wish in my heart is written. "I'll be home for Christmas", Where love never miss a cue... Well that's... Right here... In you, in me... That's home... And we'll sure be there for Christmas. "Oh Little Town of Bethlehem", ... But thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, though thou be little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of thee shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel; whose goings forth have been from of old, from everlasting. (Micah 5.2) - Smallest in us it is the truth.
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