Christmas doesn’t just begin and end for me.
It creeps in, softly at first, barely noticeable, and then grows larger, more present.
It’s a gentle presence — despite the noise and clang blaring from the TV set urging us to buy more, spend more, listen to jingle bells one more time every station break.
Fortunately I don’t watch much TV. My wife has some favorite shows and I watch football. Not as much as I used to, and that’s a good thing, but maybe a game or two a week if the excitement of the game exceeds my irritation threshold with the incessant commercials. The athleticism on display and th...
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