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The
Reality
Of
Christmas
Here
again
is
the
Christmas
spirit,
invisible,
perhaps,
but
still
distinguishable.
It
lies
in
the
atmosphere,
somehow,
and
gently
embraces
my
heart
in
soft
blankets
of
love.
I
do
not
know
the
reasons,
neither
do
I
question
or
try
to
comprehend.
I
know
it's
real,
and
it
is
enough
to
feel
the
joy
of
the
season,
hear
the
hush
of
winter,
see
the
quietness
of
falling
snow,
be
exuberant
as
a
child.
Copyright
©
1996
Ruth
Gillis
Previously
published
in
Poets
At
Work
November/December
1996
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