This is a dark, damp November morning. It’s the sort of morning when lights are most noticeable. 
My grandchildren put up and decorated the tree, decorated the mantel, and brightened the day. The best part was laughing and giggling together, putting new batteries in the Christmas tree train so that it had renewed life and vigor and LOUDNESS. Fun times.
So, the spirit of Christmas goes on. Not dampened by darkness, glowing like a candle in the night. The darkness may be intense, but the light is stronger.
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