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Real Christmas

The Real Christmas From Black Friday to Christmas Eve, presents to purchase and wrap. Office and family parties, visits to relatives platters of food and gallons of alcohol. Trees dressed to the nines in dangling baubles and twinkling lights. Continuous Christmas carols blaring from radios and loud speakers. Wreaths and decorations to adorn tables, night stands, credenzas, book shelves. Lights hung in strings so large that rows of houses look like runways for planes. Inflatable Santas, snowmen, reindeer and nutcrackers compete for space in yards. Nativities, pageants, plays special music consume congregations. Is this the real Christmas? Or perhaps it is- A silent night, two thousand years ago in a dimly lit cave. A babe wrapped in woolen clothes lying in a sheep’s feeding trough. Only shepherds and loving parents in attendance. An infant destined to change history. The future savior of the world.

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Date: 1/28/2025 4:11:00 PM
sounds like a merry time. I like this because I love Christmas!!
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Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 1/28/2025 4:44:00 PM
Thanks for reading Amy.
Date: 1/12/2025 5:01:00 AM
Wow. I love this. You have described it so well with your writing. I am glad to be led to this today. A favorite for me :)
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Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 1/12/2025 5:38:00 AM
Thank you Heidi. Glad you liked this.

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