MARK
MARK

Outside the snow is coming down
Inside the fire makes crackling sounds
The air is filled with love and joy
It’s the first Christmas with our little boy

He hung his stocking on the mantle with pride
We can see the excitement in his eyes
The adoption will be final in a day or two
You finally belong to us, and we to you

There is so much love within our heart
For the fair-haired boy we now call “Mark”
A gift sent to us from up above
Welcomed with open arms, and so much love

A time of celebration within our home
This year we won’t have to spend alone
I prayed a prayer from within my heart
One that was answered, when we found Mark


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BIDDIXGIRL
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LIFE IS A RIDE, EITHER OF JOY OR REGRET. WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE? THINK QUICKLY, YOU MAY SOON BE AT A DEAD END!
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Gifts come in all shapes and sizes. Even a child.
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