The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Silent, Holy Night

loves' pure light randiantly beaming from Thy Holy Face . . .

Thank you.

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