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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Open up the greeting card. See a friendly face. Happy Christmas, Child and Bard, full of wondrous grace. Many are sweet mem'ries now, full of Santa Claus. Wooly white upon his brow. Much of life on pause. Can I see him place the gifts? Can I have my proof? Can the hopeful joy it lifts track upon the roof? Not of fam'ly, not of friend, should this give me pause? Many toys will concern mend, sweet old Santa Claus. "He knows when I am sleeping. He knows when I'm awake." My little heart is creeping. "Oh, Mom, what can I take?" A big, fat man lets himself in. The reindeer kick roof slates. Is this okay with kith or kin? The hour is quite late. It's okay. The greeting card is right beside me, now. Nighty, night, 'neath sky so starred. I need not know how. by Jay O’Toole on October 25th, 2023     |
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