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Christmas in Bethlehem.
The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a
glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men
falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the
incarnation of perfect love. |
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If you pray enough
for things, I am proof that they can happen. I feel like a
kid on Christmas day now, every day. It's something I have
wanted for a long time and I am as happy as anyone to be here.
It is great to be back at my first love. |
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| C-248. |
Christmas isn't
a season. It's a feeling. |
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I went to Sunday
School and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas
star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to
think about. But I didn't believe them. |
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| C-246. |
There's been a
concerted effort to steal Christmas. |
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