"Dad, what is it?" Tom asked, beginning to unwrap more objects - a kneeling mother, her painted face chipped, a lamb, curled forever into itself, gazing upwards. Their dad reached between them and set up the tiny, old figurines on the floor, until they formed a scene. The kids, not knowing how to handle objects (kids mostly played in their heads now) touched the figures and listened as their dad told them of a time when Holiday was called Christmas, and a baby came to ask humans to learn to want not power, or great intellect, but instead love. They pulled an old music chip out of the box, and carefully inserted it into the wall, and strange beautiful music that had words that tugged at their frozen children’s hearts filled the air, and their house suspended over a black river glowed like a thousand suns with warmth, and light, and a dawning. And from heaven above them, God saw this and smiled, and changed His plans.http://www.exhaustedrapunzel.com/20051222.shtml
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