When Christmas comes I always think
Of friends that I have known,
Whose kindnesses have touched my life
In ways that are their own.
Whose caring and whose loving
Can drive the cold away,
And always bring me happiness
On every Christmas Day.
When Christmas comes I always take
A walk down Memory Lane,
And all the joys I used to know
Still warm my heart again.
And it is times like this I feel
God's blessings through and through,
Not just because it's Christmas,
But because of friends like you!
by Grace E. Easley
Picture taken at a Carriage House near Portland, Oregon