Ten days out. Ten more days of Christmas. Ten more days to see if The Spirit of Christmas stirs in our hearts, minds, and actions. Most of my Christmas Spirit comes in nostalgia, Christmas past, those childhood days, mine and ours. My Christmas present is also filled with Christmas past, Advent, the remembering of another Childhood, the God Child coming to be with us. My Christmas future, although a mystery now, will be filled with more of the same wonderful memories of this Christmas and all the Christmas past, present, and future. If Christmas is anything, it is a thing of remembering, remembering long ago and far away, over the hills and through the woods, God came to be with us, forever and evermore. Memory is the gift of remembering. How kind it is that we can.
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| The other evening it was snowing as a tug slowly pushed a barge up river. |
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