It is Christmas in the mansion,
Yule-log fires and silkin frocks.
It is Christmas in the cottage,
Mother filling little socks.
It is Christmas in the highway,
In the thronging, busy mart.
But the dearest, truest Christmas
Is the Christmas in the heart.
Author Unknown
15 comments:
this one just might be edible AND beautiful
What a heart warming poem. Just right for putting us in the right frame of mind for all those preparations.
Blessings, Star
Lovely wreath, cool poem, that said...
You ready?
That is such a beautiful wreath. I do think it must be edible, and the poem is just perfect... blessings and Yuletide greetings to you, too!!
Thank you for sharing the poem. I woke up this morning grumbling about how commercialized the holiday has become and now after reading your poem, things are better. Beautiful wreath.
So love it. so cozy. :)
You always have the perfect words for the perfect picture.
Cindy
The wreath is gorgeous and I love the poem.
I don't think I have EVER seen a prettier wreath, Jo.. Thanks for sharing.
Have a good weekend and take care of YOU.
Hugs,
Betsy
Beautiful wreath and a lovely little poem! Ta!
I hope the air of Christmas, the beloved decorations that graced Christmases past, a new decoration to mark this year, and all that makes Christmas in your heart fills you and your home most delightfully today and in the weeks ahead.
Hugs!
What a unique decoration for Christmas !
What a beautiful wreath! I read this poem aloud this morning. It brought great joy to the room! Blessings of the Yuletide to you!
the path leaves me pretty much speechless. beautiful to behold
Beautiful and fresh looking wreath Jo! I made a little one from all the left over Christmas stuff gathered over the years and although it is a little mismatched I still like the results!
Have a great Sunday!
Tina xo
This is a beautiful wreath to go with this poem.
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