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Just a thought... Isn't it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely for - I don't know what exactly, but it's something that you don't mind so much not having at other times. [Kate L. Bosher]

Just two weeks until Christmas now and, of course, one more sleep until Hannukah. Are you sending out cards this year? I'll be mailing a few, which will be more than we did last year when we were in the midst of a move, but not as many as I'll likely send out next year when I have a little less on my plate. 
There's still something special about getting cards - whether in thanks, for a birthday or for Christmas - something no e-cards, no matter how lovely, will ever replace. But I recognize that once you factor in postage and the price of the cards, it's just not an affordable option for a lot of people. Perhaps ours is the last or next-to-last generation that will send out cards at this time of year, who knows?
I love this poem that my friend Jay Kennedy sent out a few years back and it's my pleasure to share it with you this year. Maybe you'll want to cut and paste it, or just give it a listen on my audio journal. Rob's put some nice Christmas music to it. I don't know who wrote it but I'm grateful and hope you enjoy this. (It lines up perfectly on my computer; I'm sorry if it doesn't on yours.)

I have a list of folks I know, all written in a book
And every year when Christmas comes, I go and take a look.
And that's when I realize, these names are all a part
Not of the book they're written in, but simply of my heart.
For each name stands for someone who has crossed my path some time
And in that meeting they've become the rhythm of my rhyme.
Yes, it sounds fantastic for me to make this claim
I really feel that I'm composed of each remembered name.
And while you may not be aware of any special link
Just meeting you has changed my life, a lot more than you think.
For once I've met somebody, that the years cannot erase
The memory of a pleasant word or a friendly face.
So never think my Christmas cards are just a mere routine
Of names upon a Christmas list, forgotten in between.
For when I send a Christmas card that is addressed to you
It's cuz you're on a list of folks I'm indebted to.
For I am but the total of the many I have met
And you happen to be one I prefer not to forget.
And whether I have known you, for many days or few
In some way you have had a part in shaping things I do.
And every year when Christmas comes, I realize anew,
The best gifts life can offer, is meeting folks like you.
And may the spirit of Christmas, as long as it endures
Leave its richest blessing in the hearts of you are yours.

Thank you for coming by - and tomorrow I'll share the story of my favourite gift this Christmas. And I don't even know personally the woman who sent it.
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