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As the year draws to an end and we prepare to celebrate Christmas, cannot help but imagine what that first Christmas so long ago must have been like and how those who first heard the Good News proclaimed must have felt. A full, pale yellow moon hung low against the velvet blackness the star-spattere More ... As I write this, Joyce and I are enjoying our annual flurry of Christmas activity: decorating our home, planning visits to and from our respective families and singing in choirs the special songs of this wonderful and special season. More ... |
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