God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December. (James M. Barrie)

 My boy Vondracek:




And last December drear, with piteous low-drooped head. In a voice of desolation crying out, “The year is dead. And so, with changeful gear, with smile or frown or song, the months, in strange variation, are ever gliding along.     






































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