You can touch the magic . . . it’s right here.
So the grandson tells me as he runs his finger down the spine of his stuffed reindeer, whom he has named Rudolph.
In the year 2013, all the baby Jesus’ are driven to Egypt when Dads awaken them gently from their dreaming and drive them home or on to the next stop in the journey.
In 2013, Magi Grans make their treks bearing gifts.
In 2013, young mothers settle in, one tentative step at a time, seeking their own new-found place of honor at the table.
It is 2013 and just for an instant, it seems we can touch the magic of it with our hands. . .
So the grandson tells me as he runs his finger down the spine of his stuffed reindeer, whom he has named Rudolph.
In the year 2013, all the baby Jesus’ are driven to Egypt when Dads awaken them gently from their dreaming and drive them home or on to the next stop in the journey.
In 2013, Magi Grans make their treks bearing gifts.
In 2013, young mothers settle in, one tentative step at a time, seeking their own new-found place of honor at the table.
It is 2013 and just for an instant, it seems we can touch the magic of it with our hands. . .
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