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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you and all those you love! Love and mistletoe from Dara and the gang.

Wishing you a joyful and sweet Thanksgiving from Dara and the gang at OfficialDaraJoy.com

Happy July 4th from Dara and the gang at OfficialDaraJoy.com!

Just in case you haven’t seen this yet, I had to share this with you. Perhaps the best doggie fake-out of all time! Enjoy.

Wishing everyone a wonderful Mother’s Day!

Love,
Dara and co

Happy St. Patrick’s Day and best hopes and prayers for our friends in Japan. Godspeed.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone- or as Adeeann would say to Lorgin Happy St. Stooges Day!

I’m looking out my window at a snow-dusted pine forrest. Beautiful. Peaceful. And, oddly, warm. I’m reminded of the feelings we all share as readers when we pick up a good book; of the loving words so many of you have shared with me for the offbeat bits of ‘Joy’ I try to send your way. The ‘comfort’ of old book-friends. The ‘tidings’ of a possible world filled with love, understanding, and peace. The meeting of hearts and minds. T’is the season, my sister trees. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and sweet hugs to every one of you!

I want to wish everyone a happy, healthy, and delicious Thanksgiving!

Love,
Dara

Trick or treat, depending on your view-
Here’s a creepy little poem just for you:
(penned by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge)

I have walked a great while over the snow,
And I am not tall nor strong.
My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set,
And the way was hard and long.
I have wandered over the fruitful earth,
But I never came here before.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!

The cutting wind is a cruel foe.
I dare not stand in the blast.
My hands are stone, and my voice a groan,
And the worst of death is past.
I am but a little maiden still,
My little white feet are sore.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!

Her voice was the voice that women have,
Who plead for their heart’s desire.
She came–she came–and the quivering flame
Sunk and died in the fire.
It never was lit again on my hearth
Since I hurried across the floor,
To lift her over the threshold, and let her in at the door.

HAPPY HALLOW-WIENERS, MY PRETTIES.