"To make a Christmas best," says my Great Uncle Herman, "it is up to you to decide. The entire purpose of the season is joy. It has nothing to do with gifts or food, but with giving thanks and praise to life and to those in your life. That's Christmas. To love."
I recall what was in this moment, how the one who I was thinking of in this conversation several years ago is still there now. And, you know, now there is nothing else but that.
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