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The
older I get ...The closer I
feel to old
friends as I write
my Christmas
cards...
The more I cherish old
ornaments...
The more fondly I
remember
Christmases
past...
The longer I hold on to
a
Christmas hug...
The
more I realize Christmas
is a matter of the
heart...
The tighter my throat gets
when
I sing "Silent
Night"...
The more I enjoy
giving
than receiving...
The longer I
sit at night
in the glow of the Christmas
tree...
The more wondrously
beautiful
the Christmas
story...
The deeper my awe
at
God's infinite love...The more
I love
Christmas!
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