It was a tradition for Dad to share a rendition of this seasonal poem with our family. My two sisters and I would gather around and hang on every word he uttered (I can still remember his soothing baritone voice)…
It was a tradition for Dad to share a rendition of this seasonal poem with our family. My two sisters and I would gather around and hang on every word he uttered (I can still remember his soothing baritone voice)…