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January 2, 2007

From The Comments: Olivia

As I wrapped the last bauble in the new tissue paper from this years gifts, I caught a reflection in the shiny orb. She was smiling as she watched me ever so carefully handling the decorations that were once hers. I inherited my mother's Christmas ornaments when she passed twenty odd years ago.

Each passing year without her with us for the holidays has been so hard, but her precious ornaments have proudly donned my Christmas tree, giving me a sense that she's here in spirit.

And here now, gazing back at me from this shiny little orb -- my mother.

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