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“As we celebrate the evolution of the life of one so special, we embrace the meaning of life, itself.”

“Through your Soul’s partnership the answers to all of life’s questions - mysteriously come tumbling forth.”

“The Soul's knowledge is lovingly gifted, just as you are presented with gifts - from those you love.”

“On Christmas Day, we will shut out from our fireside, Nothing." "Not the shadow of a vast City where the withered leaves are lying deep?" the voice replies. "Not the shadow that darkens the whole globe? Not the shadow of the City of the Dead?" Not even that. Of all days in the year, we will turn our faces towards that City upon Christmas Day, and from its silent hosts bring those we loved, among us. City of the Dead, in the blessed name wherein we are gathered together at this time, and in the Presence that is here among us according to the promise, we will receive, and not dismiss, thy people who are dear to us!”

“You have a famous relative. Family tradition has it we descend from St. Nicholas.” “Santa Claus? I thought he was make-believe.” “He is, but the person Santa Claus is based on is real. St. Nicholas of Myra was a fourth-century bishop—and a fine human being. He served in Turkey.”

“Tis the night before Christmas And the moon is sitting high The kids are in bed, Kissed and snuggled in tight The gifts are all wrapped There is love in the air It only comes once So it is handled with care The curtains are drawn The cookies are bit It’s time to blow out All those candles we’ve lit The kids will soon wake With laughter in their hearts We have a big day ahead And early it would start Laughter’s and squeals Jumps on the bed Screaming, “Get up”! “Get up!” as they fled Wrappings and ribbons Thrown everywhere “Oh, I love you Mom and Dad!” Neither did spare Family arrives - Carolers sing Stories are told Of childhood memories This is true love; true love is in the air And it only comes once So it is handled with care Now the gifts have been opened And the food is all gone The songs are all sung And the guests have gone home It is time to get back To all the normal things It is time to put away All that the holidays bring You'll go to your office She'll go to her room He'll reach for his game I guess I'll grab the broom Christmas had come And Christmas had went It only comes once a year But it is always time well spent”

“It doesn’t seem like Christmas. I cannot say just why. I see the gifts and mistletoe and snowflakes falling from the sky. It doesn’t feel like Christmas. Though snow is on the ground. I watch old Rudolph, Frosty too. I serve hot cocoa all around. But still it doesn’t feel like Christmastime. There’s something missing, something more sublime. My heart tells me this holiday was meant to make me feel something deeper, something warm and real. It doesn’t sound like Christmas. The air is filled with noise. I hear a thousand loud requests yet see unhappy girls and boys. It doesn’t feel like Christmas. Though Santa’s on his way. So why this dullness in my heart as if it’s just another day? It really doesn’t feel like Christmastime. There’s something missing, something more sublime. My heart tells me this holiday was meant to make me feel something deeper, something warm and real. I close my eyes, I bow my head, and drop down to my knees. I talk to God and bear my soul. At length, my spirit warms with peace. It feels much more like Christmas. My heart o’er flows with love. I look at you through caring eyes, the way God sees from up above. It surely is like Christmas. Good will pervades my soul. For Christ was born in Bethlehem to ransom all; my joy is full. It’s starting now to feel like Christmastime. My heart is new, my outlook more sublime. I’ll love the world as God loves me and practice charity. Help and comfort, share with those in need, and it will feel like Christmastime indeed.”

“A Christmas Without Mistletoe by Stewart Stafford What a holiday season! No deliveries of mistletoe, Could it be a Grinch-like, Cancel culture embargo? At the rate we're going, We'll have no chance to kiss, Can the Scrooge supply chain, Find salvation after Christmas? So save up your kisses, Dampen down your ardour, And maybe we can smooch, In January's restocked larder. © Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”

“I knew,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to mine, “when I developed a crush on you.” My eyes flashed open. “But we drifted apart,” I whispered. He shook his head. “I was scared of how you’d react, that my feelings would complicate things, ruin our friendship. That is why we didn’t hang out much as we got older. We didn’t drift apart. I pushed you away.”

“The frame of the mirror was a deep mahogany and carved with an intricate design of what appeared in the dim light to be leaves and vines. The mirror’s surface was clouded with dust and age, so much that Quinn could not even see his own reflection. On impulse, he rubbed a small circle with the back of his wrist but beneath the dust the glass was still milky and unclear. ~ "The Mirror”

“As he carefully made his way back to the stairs and awkwardly turned off the light, he did not notice that the dark shadow he had assumed was his reflection remained in the mirror. He didn’t see the hands press against the surface and make large, liquid-like bulges beneath the glass. Nor did he hear the whispers that so suddenly and violently filled the dark, cluttered space as he had closed and locked the heavy attic door. ~ "The Mirror”

“Our humanity possesses needs of such depth and intensity that the whole of our humanity itself is woefully inadequate in its ability to meet those needs. And while such an amazing paradox would readily invite us to embrace the notion that something greater than us exists, we adamantly ignore any such possibility. As such, we run ourselves to a host of graves where we bury the precious parts of ourselves that should never have been buried. And I would suggest that Christmas was the time that God came so that every grave would remain empty because every need would be met.”

“Osaka: Ah Get to ponderin' when Christmas rolls around. Y'all know Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer? That's messed up, y'know? Saying his nose will help light the way at night ain't no way t'make him feel better about it. If you told a bald fella you needed the light reflecting off his head to see, he'd like to punch you. Santa's a cruel bully.”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR HOGSWATCH? said the Hogfather hurriedly. Mother took her economic cue again, and said briskly: "She wants a-" The Hogfather snapped his fingers impatiently. The mother's mouth slammed shut. The child seemed to sense that here was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and spoke quickly. "I wanta narmy. Anna big castle wif pointy bits," said the child. "Anna swored." WHAT DO YOU SAY? prompted the Hogfather. "A BIG swored?" said the child, after a pause for deep cogitation. THAT'S RIGHT.”

“Violeta put her head down in her humble way. "I'm certainly able to bray loudly, Bart, dear. But that would attract a lot of attention. I don't like to do that because it is not always a good thing. Besides, braying loudly wastes energy. I don't want to do that unless it's for something very important." Bart thought that made a lot of sense. The silly goats were always making noises over the littlest things. "Oh, we're being let out now? Buh-uh-uh! Oh, there's a butterfly! Buh-uh-uh!" The lambs and the ewes were only slightly better. You're right, Violeta. From now on I'm not going to make noise without a good reason, either," said Bart.”