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December 24, 2011
I've always loved, always loved Christmas Eve. The sense of anticipation, the family gatherings, the memories. This year fell flat. Hurts to say that. My family dinner had a stick thrown in it. Those in attendance were happy to be here, so no gripes there. I knew there were no surprise gifts waiting for the kids. It just seemed more 'planned' and 'canned' than genuine. I dug deep. Looking past the hurt feelings and failed best intentions, the Spirit tried hard to be revived. I knew better. I knew the reason lived within me. It was a challenge, at best.