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| This is a beautiful collection of Christmas dramatizations for all ages. Join us as we celebrate this sacred season through old-fashioned vignettes, recitations and dramatic scenes. You will hear the Yule log crackling, smell the chestnuts and cider, pass the wassail bowl, light the candles on the evergreen, and hear the sweet carolers by the parlor window. Experience cherished moments in history as we take you on a nostalgic journey to Valley Forge, 1777 a military hospital in the Crimea, 1854 a New England village in the 1860s a pioneer cabin on the Oklahoma prairie in the 1880s and into the heart of the American soldier of all ages. Christmas is so much more than a holiday season of gleaming tinsel, Santa Claus, and richly wrapped presents. It is a renewal of faith - faith in God and of the Christian ideals of brotherhood and charity. At the approach of this season of Divine love and revelation, we can bring you no finer tribute to the simple, radiant beauty of Our Lord's presence in our hearts. Our scenes will cast a magic spell of reverent joy, holiness and sweet remembrance. |
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| You tear apart the baby's rattle and you see what makes the noise inside. But there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love and romance can push aside that curtain and view the beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus? Thank God he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
Yes, Virginia, There Is A Santa Claus |
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| My dearest daughters: I would have liked more than anything else to spend this holiday with you but it looks like it will be at least a year before I see you all again. Thousands of young men are dying on the battlefield and need a final comfort to know their God is near. If I can serve in this humble way then I can bear being away from you all the better. I think of you by day and pray for you by night. A year seems very long to wait, but if we all do our duty, each of us, these hard days away from each other can be filled with goodness and purpose. I know you will be loving children to your mother, do all that is expected of you faithfully, and conquer yourselves so beautifully that when I come back to you I may be fonder and prouder than ever of my Little Women. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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