It Isn’t Christmas Yet
I’ll never forget the look on the woman’s face. It was a cross between Oscar the Grouch and a lemon that had been forgotten in the back of the fruit […]
I’ll never forget the look on the woman’s face. It was a cross between Oscar the Grouch and a lemon that had been forgotten in the back of the fruit […]
Oh, come, Thou Dayspring from on high, And cheer us by Thy drawing nigh; Disperse the gloomy clouds of night And death’s dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel […]