"Do we strain to hear above the roaring winds...?" This is the first line of the first Christmas poem I wrote for my mother's Christmas card. The year was 1995. I was working as an editor for a small publishing company. My husband and I had celebrated our second anniversary. As the first line implies, I thought I was busy.
One Page at a Time: "Christmas Wonder"
One Page at a Time: "Christmas Wonder"
One Page at a Time: "Christmas Wonder"
"Do we strain to hear above the roaring winds...?" This is the first line of the first Christmas poem I wrote for my mother's Christmas card. The year was 1995. I was working as an editor for a small publishing company. My husband and I had celebrated our second anniversary. As the first line implies, I thought I was busy.