shifting.

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as a young girl, my favourite christmas gift was a humble offering from  

our great-aunt grace. 

she lived alone in the projects in cairo, illinois. 

she would hand to us paper sacks, partially filled with apples and oranges,

the worn brown paper rolled at the top for us to easily grab on to. 

she never made an apology for such a modest little gift. 
a sack of gold and riches could not compare to this kind and gentle gesture.

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last night as i was driving to work, i was singing carols, 

feeling the bittersweetness of having to yet-again work during the holiday season. 

somewhere in the middle of 

silent night, holy night, 

i heard my mother singing with me. 

not for long, but just long enough that i recognized her voice. 

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the earth is shifting, and the light of the season is with us. 

may all my friends feel the magic at this special time of year.

may you hear the angels sing. 

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