A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS
During the hustle and bustle of this season, here’s a contempaltive gift from my wife Francis – a poignant Christmas story that speaks of gratiude and a mothers love.
To all our friends, acquaintances , and fellow bloggers – near and far – Francis and I wish you peace.
This is a re-worked story that appeared on my blog last year. Because that’s what writers do – re-work things. It was inspired by an email I had received that reminded me that Christmas is not an easy time for some people. I sat down to write and this story found its way into being. It isn’t filled with holiday cheer – it doesn’t sparkle and make you smile like a freshly decorated gingerbread house might. But if you’re lucky it could make you grateful for what you have. So – here goes.
A Special Christmas
She never let herself believe in anything as foolish as the magic of Christmas, but this year she couldn’t shake the feeling that something special was happening. It was as if time were standing still – her whole world poised on the precipice – watching and waiting.
She definitely had not anticipated magic. She…
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