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“Twas the Night Before Christmas”

Edited version by Dale M Reid

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care; in hopes that St. Nicholas would be there.

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The children were nestled all snug in their beds, as visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
While Mamma and Pappa, with visions of photography, were cuddling in their nightshirts.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter, Pappa sprang from bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window he flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

When, what to Pappa’s amazement should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, piloted by a plump and jolly old driver.

Pappa knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

As they few off, Pappa heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,


Road to the Sky
Looking our to the Gulf of St Lawarence

Sunnyside Reflections
Morning Reflections

By Dale Reid

Contemporary fine art photographer Dale M Reid took charge of her destiny by making a commitment to herself and her life partner and soulmate.
Reid’s belief in herself has allowed her to chart a new course in life as a full-time professional artist and transgender woman. As Dale transitioned through her new life journey, she developed technical skills, questioned convention, trusted her instincts, and with her passion, was able to craft a distinctive artistic voice. Her artwork ranges from classical to sensual to erotic and engages the viewer to question what they see.

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