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They gather in December all the flowers of her life. They come from miles bearing gifts and smiles -- and hearts overloaded with memories. They come in anticipation of a great dinner, of laughs, of games, of conversation, of belonging. They come where they can rekindle past years. They come with love. They come even though their father has died. They come even though she is not their birth mother. They come home. She carries on the tradition of excellence she inherited from her mother a woman who kept Christmas every day of her life a child who had to leave school at age 14 to help support the seven younger siblings upon her father’s death, a child who went on to become a nurse and raise eight children of her own, a child who grew into one of the most magnanimous women the world has been privileged enough to know. She remembers that her mother never forgot the mailman, the milkman, the neighbors, the teachers, the priests, the nuns, and anyone and everyone else that happened to appear in her life. Christmas was pure magic. The house was filled with decorations, the porch and steps were loaded with lighted figures, and the manger was always in place. Santa arrived at her home with pure fantasy, illusion and wonderment. The child in her remembers every detail. She remembers waiting on the stairway to hear just one bell, one sound, one movement. She remembers awaking in the morning to find the house strewn from one end to the other with wagons, doll buggies, sleds, train sets, skates, games and far too much to mention. So they come. They fill her life with everything that is time honored, cherished and revered. They fill her soul to the depths of which time and space intertwine. They come so they can leave their mark upon the tradition -- the tradition of love that is Christmas. Imagine the most fragrant artistically arranged flower arrangement filled with Asters, Chrysanthemums, Poinsettias, Lilies, Garland, greenery and lights -- and you see her flowers in December the most beautiful flowers of all the most gracious gifts God bestows. Christmas Fun for Children  Email Barbara
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