Finding meaning beyond the Christmas bows, bells and baby Jesus
One year, I tried to skip Christmas. I was 30 and single. I lived alone. My family of origin doesn’t celebrate the birth of Jesus, and I’d spent enough Christmas mornings with other people’s families, opening a token gift from Santa, to find no novelty there. So I heeded the directives I’d read in a women’s magazine. That holiday, I’d …
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