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Merry Christmas Timman
THEMANGER'SFEAT "O come, O come"The waiting saidWhere pink turns greenAnd purple red. Where fasting turnsTo festive feastsAnd midnight whispersCome from beasts. Where slate-gray skies,Tint-brown clouds glowFull and fraughtTo burst with snowAnd burdened mulesWho trod the roadsCan finally restTake off their loads. Where families cutDown Balsam firTo scent their homesLike incensed myrrh. And men once darkLiving in danger…Shed tears and kneelAt the feat of the manger!...and JOY comes in the morning!!!
Hello Timman,I'm making the annual pilgrimage back home to the Rome of the West, and hoping there might be a Timman sighting at the morning low masses this week at St. Francis de Sales...
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