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As seasons pass, I barely await-the arrival of the Christmas season. 

As a child, Christmas-love was all about unsuspecting surprises, holiday speeches and memory work, merry-making with family and friends.

As goes the years.......consumed with the hustle-and-bustle of promises-to-keep and miles-to-go, Christmas is magical once, again. 

In muse, sugar plums dance in my head and thoughts of the Christmas season yield renewal and pause.

What delight if everyday filled with Christmas-love and somewhat less hurried.