THE LASS REMEMBERS©1988 Genea Parker
Her tree sparkled with a rainbow of lights.
The aroma of candles filled her night.
Soft Christmas music lulled and soothed.
But by none of these her spirit was moved.
The lass was moved with thoughts of her lad.
This is what made her heart most glad.
She thought of his smile and his gentle way.
She knew from him she’d never stray.
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