Roxanne Dubarry

(October 4,1954 / Seattle, Washington)

'Christmas'


Christmas present, and Christmas past, both
help create precious memories that last.
Christmas presents under Christmas trees was part of
Christmas past for both friends and family.


Celebrating the birthday of the Christ child, helped to
make Christmas worthwhile. It created lasting smiles.

Because Jesus Christ gave his most precious gift to all of
humaninty, the Sprit of Christmas will last throughout
all eternity.

Love in Christ Jesus!
September 29,2012

Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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I was writing about the Christmas's traditions my family shared with our relatives, and their close personal friends while our mother, Eleanor was still alieve....

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