Christmas feels different after fifty.Not because it loses its magic,but because it finally reveals what the magic really was all along. When I was younger,I thought Christmas was found in the noise.In the wrapping paper everywhere,the late-night putting-things-together,the crowded house,and the early mornings that came far too soon.Back then, I believed the wonder was loud.Continue reading “Christmas…..”
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