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I was traveling through my old neighborhood, the last Christmas season and, as I sat on the old street where I had grown up, memories began to flood my mind. Now I do realize Holidays were probably the same as anywhere else. However, in this corner of the Universe, they were very special, magical, and romantic. My Family lived just moments from our favorite hill for sled riding. I remember that smell of hot cocoa …

…words, I would not say at that age. The sound of Christmas carols has been replace with sirens from emergency vehicles. The headlines in the local paper no longer have the listings for church services or, times for carolers to meet. It reads; Mother of four slain, at the bank drive-thru. I think to myself, Jesus, will these people ever be able to experience that feeling of Christmas magic. Will I ever feel it again?