Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warm — Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
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Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart...filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.

— Bess Streeter Aldrich, Song of Years
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