Love comes at the best time of the year filled with joy and cheer.
I don't know if it was Santa, who sent her love to me, in a red and silver bow, beneath my Christmas tree. Perhaps it was an angel, Mary, Jesus, or a saint, who colored my gray world, in gold and silver paint. Could it be a friend or loved one, who resides high in the sky, who knew what I was missing, when they heard me cry? In the end it doesn't matter, for love is all we need, and she's...Read On