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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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Here Comes Santa Claus
1991 Once upon a time on Christmas Eve, when Chelsea was just a wee one, Yann took great care to…
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Having Faith in the Card Dealt
When I was a child saying the rosary and having the name of Jesus on my lips, was as natural…
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Snowflake
Make a snowflake. Sing a song. Tell someone you love them. Smile as you run. At the toll booth pay for the…
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The Ribbon
The ribbon without a bow, Held her own, Without fanfare, she was striking in her plain color, Elegant in simplicity,…
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