The days grow shorter, the nights darker, the first snow anticipated with a joy, sometimes hidden, but always received with a special gleam and a smile.
December holds the memories of the preceding months, the dreams of the days to come. Yes, my friends the best is yet to come! Time will heal us all! Do a little dance! Sing a little song! Smile a big smile!
Only joy from the Diva,
Anne
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