Christmas means two things to me.
First, children, and the celebration we share with our own. Though my children are grown, a new generation has come along, and I love them as much as my own. They are so precious, and wretchedly missed when they're on the other side of the world.
Eleven year-old Celina reads a Christmas story book to her little brother, Tay, who is nearly three months old.
"For unto us a child is born...
I pray that Jesus is the reason you're celebrating Christmas, and that you're blessed to share it with those you love.
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