I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white.
Blessed be the Lord for the beauty of summer and spring, for the air, the water, the verdure, and the song of birds.
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
Good heavens, of what un costly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons.
An easy thing, O Power Divine, To thank thee for these gifts of Thine, For summer's sunshine, winter's snow, For hearts that kindle thoughts that glow.
And let these altars, wreathed with flowers And piled with fruits, awake again Thanksgivings for the golden hours, The early and the latter rain!
The indescribable innocence of and beneficence of Nature,-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter,-such health, such cheer, they afford forever!
