Renewing Your Mind
It’s Christmas!
R.C. Sproul
T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house... Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in the hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there. I don't think I should try to do any more of that famous poem.
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