Christmas is a whisper of peace and a sigh of hope on the lips of love. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Christmas is a whisper of peace and a sigh of hope on the lips of love. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Christmas is a whisper of peace and a sigh of hope on the lips of love. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Christmas is a whisper of peace and a sigh of hope on the lips of love. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
Christmas is a whisper of peace and a sigh of hope on the lips of love. — Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
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Christmas is a whisper of peace and a sigh of hope on the lips of love.

— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
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