It's one of the most solemn nights of the year -- so full of anticipation. We hold our collective breath as Hope is born yet again into a needy and strife torn world. At this moment of Miracle, I discover gifts -- light, snowfall, laughter, music, and the tiny heartbeat of a titmouse at my window.Peace to you all.
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Hi,
Thanks so much for your comment. It's always a gift to the writer to know someone is reading and enjoying.
Gretchen
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