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This Christmas Day by John Blase

December 24, 2015 Blythe Hunt

the beautiful due

I awoke with a start convinced I heard the clatter of sleigh bells. Ha, what a sentimental fool. It was simply the vaccine tags on the beagle’s neck jing-jing-jing-a-linging. I plugged in the lights on our lopsided tree and it dawned on me I fall in love every day. Standing in the sliding glass doorway as the beagle took care of basic business I felt this most holy morning’s chill. Soon my wife and children would stir themselves awake to smells of sausage balls and piñon coffee. Then a handful of gifts to unwrap. I thought mercy, we made it one more round. On that rather earthly threshold my soul felt its worth.

This Christmas Day by John Blase

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