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August 8, 2003
As a child, Christmas was my favorite holiday. I would wake many mornings to see snow, that no one had walked on, snow that sparkled; windows dressed with white fake Christmas trees, that fake snow at the bottom, and the all important color wheel, which had red, blue, green and yellow panels set against a light bulb that would slowly rotate around and would change the color of the fake white tree, the wall, the drape, the room, the world. As a child, it seemed the most wonderful people suddenly appeared in my life, only, it seemed, around Christmas time.