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Just a little boy and a bright eyed girl.
Falling in love today.
Tomorrow comes with plenty little ones.
And happy thoughts their way.
The hills rise high.
The streams run low.
Cottage in the woods.
And sleds in the snow.
It’s a piece of bliss.
When you don’t miss.
The hustle and the flow.
A simple life is simply nice.
And never a need to go.

The fire is burning.
The kiddies are playing.
The guitar is strumming.
And the catalog family grows.
Dogs and kisses.
Juniper wishes.
Decorated trees and toys.
Warm embraces.
Bright kind faces.
A season made for home.