For in our hearts, we still long
Something lost, we belong
At times, so far out of sight
Bedtime memories, hold us tight
Gaze upon times we knew
Sometimes slightly out of view
Christmas magic, oh so bright
Child who watches, eternal delight
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Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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