notes from maggie's farm
This evening, I am grateful to know that all that glitters is not gold.
That no price can be placed upon child-like wonder.
It can't be bought, nor sold.
That it is not what's under the tree,
but rather who's around it, that proves one wealthy,
especially when we find ourselves wise and healthy.
Some years the gifts are big, some years the gifts are small.
Some years the trees are tiny, some years the trees are tall.
But any tree shared with those we love
Makes that the tree that's best of all.
Wishing you a golden evening...