Thursday, December 22, 2016

It Is Christmas




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


 

10 comments:

Gina @ VictorianWannaBe said...

Nice post, love the photo of the gate with the wreath! I am your newest follower, found you over at Bernideen's! Wishing you and yours a Happy Christmas!
Gina

donna baker said...

And in your sweet heart dear Jo.

Luna Crone said...

Happy Christmas to you!!!!

Luna Crone

local alien said...

Delightful piece of verse! Where do you find them?

Susie said...

Jo, You always post such wonderful little poems and great pictures. The gate with the wreath is so welcoming. Blessings for a Merry Christmas and safe holiday. xoxo, Susie

L. D. said...

It is a wonderful written piece. The wreath hanging on the old gates is beautiful. We don't have snow on the ground anymore but maybe tomorrow we will have some again.

Chy said...

Wishing you a family filled and love centred Christmas Jo! All the best for 2017. X Chy

DJan said...

Such wonderful words, Jo. I am sending you my best wishes for a wonderful Christmas and new year. :-)

Rian said...

Love your pics! Merry Christmas!

Rick Watson said...

Nice post. I love the picture of mother gate with the wreath
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R