Mouse 

A Child is born
It was early one morn;
A little child was born;
No room in the inn that day;
So in a manger he did lay.
As he became a man;
He traveled across the land;
He healed the sick and fed the poor;
His work spread from shore to shore;
As he spread his precious love;
He told them of his Father above;
A beautiful place peaceful and clean;
Where only good things can be seen.
That is the real reason ;
We have a Christmas season;
Now you hear people call;
Merry Christmas one and all.
Written by Patricia Carrick.

Morning Sprinkles

Ty

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Sprinkles🎄

Just Plodding Along, No Hurry! has watered the Birthday Plant - thank you!

Mouse, Mallard, ty

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Mouse Ty x