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The snow’s falling outside my window. I can see it swirling and dancing in the lamplight and through it, I can see the Christmas lights across the way. They look so inviting, as if they’re beacons for the tense and weary drivers trying to get home on this wintry night.  I’m snug in my house, drinking my mug of tea and finally, for the first time since Mom died, I’m feeling the Christmas spirit.  I’m not dreading it this year; I’m looking forward to spending the day with loved ones. We’ll drink a toast to those who are no longer with us and take comfort knowing they’re having the best Christmas ever.

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