MEMORIES Community Group
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind, Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine. Come here and remember,, the good times and the bad.
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind, Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine. Come here and remember,, the good times and the bad.
Now as I look out the window the snow is falling and sticking to the trees...it is an absolutely beautiful morning.
the rest is the same. church christmas eve and something to eat. christmas day either for sport or rest or if you are catholic church, of course. i also like going to the museam displays for christmas month, beautiful. the real christmas is the fast, which isn't even practiced much anymore. they call it nativity fast in eastern catholic and advent in western catholic. the purity/purifiying thing is the whole point, but in a capitalist country that is celebrating the invention of the mall, they don't do that part.