Bright red birds, soft falling snow, children’s voices, candleglow, and a silver star to light your way—these are the joys of December days. Dale Cross Purvis This old man, he played one. He played nick knack on my thumb; with a nick knack, patty wack, give a dog a bone. This old man came rolling home… It felt like all the way to ten I sang. Desperate for him to calm down. His little tears dried in an instant, and […]
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