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Born in a Manger
After telling Chelsea, (who was four at the time,) the story of Jesus, Mary and Joseph…of their long travel, the ride on…
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Santa’s Helpers
One of my Mother’s clever tools of disciplining, my four brothers and I as children, was telling us that the birds…
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Christmas in France
Christmas in France, or I should say in Provence is celebrated with simple customs and traditions. From the very first Christmas…
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Angels that we Are
The first time I gazed into the eyes of my daughter, I sensed that she had been in a place I…
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Broken Hands of Time
Standing still for a moment…feeling the hands of time rushing over me. Aware of the moment when the clock struck midnight and…
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Missing You
How I wish I could sit by your side, Hold you hand, Smile into your eyes, and to Have your breath moisten…
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Christmas Coupon
"What I would like for Christmas," Sacha said, "Are bike gloves, the kind that do not have a Velcro strap…
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First Christmas Tree
When I arrived in France many moons ago, Christmas trees were not part of Christmas. The Christmas consumer market…
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The Color of White
Lamb’s wool Star light Cotton A moth’s wing Egg shell Porcelain A cloud floating by Chalk Foam of the wave Mother’s…
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