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Hello.   I've been waiting for you for about three minutes. You are earlier than usual.   Are you ready for lunch?   Wait! I got  a present for you.
Christmas Poem Thinking on what to say about Christmas I realized I was no expert, I do confess. It’s just always been a bedtime story, Of our savior born in Glory. I’ve lost some of the wonder
Christmas time is here. It’s not about the presents. It’s about Jesus.
Open it up, see what it is, The gift wrapped in a plastic bag. Dirty hands, uncut nails tear at that plastic bag. Agreat smile comes, along with joy. That child, lonely and homeless,
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