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Christmas Eve Morn by
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Christmas Eve Morn by
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early morning chiming of the doorbell awakens me from a slumber deep. The front door opens and on this cloudy day your arrival brings sunshine into the room. I look into your eyes of blue and see stars within the overcast morning light. Your arduous journey has stubbled your face and you tremble with emotion and fatigue. Then your voice dispels the silence and all I hear is the music of your words. I look at all six-feet-two of you and memories crowd for places in my heart. Your arms wrap around me and loneliness belongs to before today as your melodious love-filled voice utters, �Merry Christmas Mom. I love you.�
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