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and they had a white Christmas, though their
miracle was not on 34th Street. Home alone,
they got together as the year began but "Sleepless
in Seattle" had to wait for Valentine's. A Christmas
story doesn't need the snow but something has
to grab us, draw us in, hilarious Elf, outrageous
vacation or someone being tricked into becoming
Santa Claus. Jack Frost nipping at your nose,
they all have happy endings, though, even John
McClane was yippy-ky-yi-yaying while ole'
Santa's sleigh was sleighing and that's the beauty of them, even if we suffer there with Bridget and the awful
sweaters or hope that Sandra Bullock's sleeping beau will
love her when he wakes. "God bless us every one,"
we want all Tiny Tim to tell us, take our troubles
all aboard the Polar Express and keep the Grinch away
from what we hope the holiday will be, one Christmas,
two or four. At Christmas time, as at no other, it seems
possible. Love, actually. That seems possible too.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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