Thank you lovely Ahram for sharing the
Winter Festival photographs of your students
My Son and his wife and her family at her cousins wedding
in Seoul
._██_..(´• ̮•).( . • . )(... • .. )..•*¨`*•♫Merry Christmas To All ♥ ♥ ♫Jingle Bells♫ Jingle Bells♫
Merry First Christmas sweet Logan Love..........
We love you so very very much.
More precious than gold♥
Merry Christmas my darlings
It is now Christmas in Seoul...........
Love and hugs and kisses and glorious wishes♥♥♥
Merry First Christmas Logan♥
Christmas is more than a day in December. It's all of those things that we love to remember. It's carolers singing familiar refrains. Bright colored stockings and shiny toy trains, streamers of tinsel and glass satin balls. Laughter that rings through the house and it's halls. Christmas is more than a day in December. It's the magic and Love that we'll always remember...~M.E. Miro...♥
Logan always at home with everyone to love him dearly♥
A picture is a memory you hold in your hand, a memory is a picture you hold in your heart♥ Have A Beautiful Day Everyone!♥
Merry First Christmas Logan♥
There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child.
There are
seven million.
~Walt Streightiff
If you have forgotten the
magic of Christmas then spend some time with a child..
♥Wishing You all A Magical Christmas!♥ Never look back but never forget, always forgive never regret, help someone every chance you get, find God's grace in every mistake and always give more than you take. A picture is a memory you hold in your hand, a memory is a picture you hold in your heart♥
Christmas is forever, not just for one day for loving, sharing giving are not to put away, like bells and lights and tinsel in some box upon a shelf.
The good you do for others is good you do yourself.
~Norman Wesley Brooks "Let every day be Christmas
Twas
the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not
a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The
stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In
hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their
beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her
‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s
nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from
the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a
flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the
breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects
below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature
sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and
quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his
coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by
name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On,
Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the
wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that
before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the
sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full
of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the
roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head,
and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a
bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his
clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung
on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His
eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses,
his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a
bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of
a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a
wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he
laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly
old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his
eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to
dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled
all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of
his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his
sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a
thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy
Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
