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		<title>The Night Before Christmas</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
And Mama in her &#8216;kerchief, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Our Mom</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[A mom is someone who cooks and cleans,
who does the laundry and stitches the seams
but our mom&#8217;s more special for numerous reasons,
she always loves us through each of the seasons,
she gives us so much and we should be grateful
and though not always said we&#8217;re eternally grateful
for being there for us through all of our trials
we [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Where is Christmas?</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Jordan Marie Williams
Until this year, I didn&#8217;t know the true meaning of a
Christmas fantasy, full of sticky, apple juice puddles
and numbed fingers, red from the hearth&#8217;s edge.
Christmas is pure chaos from ribboned paper stockings stitched tight to the hollow angel shadows made in the park&#8217;s snowy night. Happy holidays aren&#8217;t happy without toy catalogues [...]]]></description>
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