Merry Christmas, Ponderers

Where children pure and happy pray to the blessed child,
where misery cries out to thee, Son of the mother mild;
where charity stands watching and faith holds wide the door,
the dark night wakes, the glory breaks,
and Christmas comes once more.
O Little Town of Bethlehem 4th stanza

Merry Christmas, Ponderers —
Join us on the truck, wherever you may be–
There’s a lot to see out there, and we’re headin’ out.
From The Pondering Pig and Patrushka



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