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First Christmas Tree
When I arrived in France many moons ago, Christmas trees were not part of Christmas. The Christmas consumer market…
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The Color of White
Lamb’s wool Star light Cotton A moth’s wing Egg shell Porcelain A cloud floating by Chalk Foam of the wave Mother’s…
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Here Comes Santa Claus
1991 Once upon a time on Christmas Eve, when Chelsea was just a wee one, Yann took great care to…
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Having Faith in the Card Dealt
When I was a child saying the rosary and having the name of Jesus on my lips, was as natural…
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Snowflake
Make a snowflake. Sing a song. Tell someone you love them. Smile as you run. At the toll booth pay for the…
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The Ribbon
The ribbon without a bow, Held her own, Without fanfare, she was striking in her plain color, Elegant in simplicity,…
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The Soul
The suitcase had weathered tough times, battered storms and had been tossed around more than once. The stains, like tattoos, he wore…
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Go under the Mistletoe
She was ready with her, pink satin bow, powder-puff hand muff, and her very own kissing contraption to entice the boys.…
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Christmas Unwrapped
I wish I had the pleasure of having the secret I once had. Before Christmas I would sneak downstairs and gather my…
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Christmas List
Dear Darling Frenchhusband, Since you asked me what I want for Christmas, I am going to tell you exactly what I…
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