Tis like a morn in spring.
With a lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world is bright and gay
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away.
As we celebrate this holiday season, we are lighting a candle in honor and in memory of those who have gone before us. Though they are not here with us, they are forever with us in our hearts.
My candle is lit for my son, Colt, my husband, Steve. my parents, my grandparents,my father-in-law, Chuck and for all those that cannot be with us this Christmas.
May your blessings outnumber
The Shamrocks that grow
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.