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Dec 25 2011

Whatever this day means or not, it has as great a chance as any other to be a time of presence, reflection and love. Maybe it has more, just for all the tradition and memory that is here with it. Whatever it has been, whatever it will be, whatever it's supposed to be; it can be just like a baby that was a mysterious surprise in arriving, bringing with it wonder, maybe even worry, so many emotions... and bringing nothing so much as a present that is is real as it gets. A gorgeous, infinitely possible present. May yours be merry and bright, silent and holy, beautiful and happy, with time for joy and time for cheer. This-mas time is here.