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PROFOUND SHORT STORIES!

PLEASE READ ALL 14 EVERYTIME YOU NEED A LIFT. CB

The following stories have wonderful shades of emotions. These are based on true incidences both wonderful and inspirational.

These stories will remove some wrong misconceptions that we have about the people and life in general.

1. Today, when I slipped on the wet tile floor a boy in a wheelchair caught me before I slammed my head on the ground. He said, “Believe it or not, that’s almost exactly how I injured my back 3 years ago.

2. Today, my father told me, “Just go for it and give it a try! You don’t have to be a professional to build a successful product. Amateurs started Google and Apple. Professionals built the Titanic.

3. Today, I asked my mentor – a very successful business man in his 70’s – what his top 3 tips are for success. He smiled and said, “Read something no one else is reading, think something no one else is thinking, and do something no one else is doing.

4. Today, I interviewed my grandmother for part of a research paper I’m working on for my Psychology class. When I asked her to define success in her own words, she said, “Success is when you look back at your life and the memories make you smile.

5. I am blind by birth. When I was 8 years old, I wanted to play baseball. I asked my father- “Dad, can I play baseball?” He said “You’ll never know until you try.” When I was a teenager, I asked him, – “Dad Can I become a surgeon?”. He replied “Son, you’ll never know until you try.” Today I am a Surgeon, just because I tried!

6. Today, after a 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me at the grocery store and gave me a hug. When I tensed up, she realized I didn’t recognize her. She let go with tears of joy in her eyes and the most sincere smile and said, “On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of the World Trade Center.”

7. Today, after I watched my dog get run over by a car, I sat on the side of the road holding him and crying. And just before he died, he licked the tears off my face.

8. Today at 7AM, I woke up feeling ill, but decided I needed the money, so I went into work. At 3PM I got laid off. On my drive home I got a flat tire. When I went into the trunk for the spare, it was flat too. A man in a BMW pulled over, gave me a ride, we chatted, and then he offered me a job.

I start tomorrow.

9. Today, as my father, three brothers, and two sisters stood around my mother’s hospital bed, my mother uttered her last coherent words before she died. She simply said, “I feel so loved right now. We should have gotten together like this more often.”

10. Today, I kissed my dad on the forehead as he passed away in a small hospital bed. About 5 seconds after he passed, I realized it was the first time I had given him a kiss since I was a little boy.

11. Today, in the cutest voice, my 8-year-old daughter asked me to start recycling. I chuckled and asked, “Why?” She replied, “So you can help me save the planet.” I chuckled again and asked, “And why do you want to save the planet?” “Because that’s where I keep all my stuff,” she said.

12. Today, when I witnessed a 27-year-old breast cancer patient laughing hysterically at her 2-year-old daughter’s antics, I suddenly realized that I need to stop complaining about my life and start celebrating it again.

13. Today, a boy in a wheelchair saw me desperately struggling on crutches with my broken leg and offered to carry my backpack and books for me. He helped me all the way across campus to my class and as he was leaving he said, “I hope you feel better soon.”

14. Today, I was traveling in Kenya and I met a refugee from Zimbabwe. He said he hadn’t eaten anything in over 3 days and looked extremely skinny and unhealthy. Then my friend offered him the rest of the sandwich he was eating. The first thing the man said was, “We can share it.

Best sermons are lived, not preached.  ANON

 

My friend Dr. Peter Forrest sent this to me and it had a deep impact on this old man. I would like to give credit to the person who compiled these events but they are unknown. I considered just forwarding the message but I have decided to post it on this blog. Hopefully others will share this with as many as possible, especially on Facebook like I have done. Thanks Peter as this lifted my spirits on a day I was a little down in the dumps.  C Brewer

SANTA AND SARAH

 Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the McAllister Mall in Saint John., Nlfd. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl.

Who is this?” asked Santa, smiling, “Your friend?

“Yes, Santa,’ he replied. “My sister, Sarah, who is very sick,” he said sadly.

Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue. “She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!” the child exclaimed. “She misses you,” he added softly.

Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy’s face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.

When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.

“What is it?” Santa asked warmly.

“Well, I know it’s really too much to ask you, Santa, but..” the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa’s elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.

“The girl in the photograph… my granddaughter well, you see … she has leukemia and isn’t expected to make it even through the holidays,” she said through tear-filled eyes. “Is there any way, Santa, any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That’s all she’s asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa.”

Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon.  He knew what he had to do. “What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying,” he thought with a sinking heart, “This is the least I can do.”

When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to the Hospital.

“Why?” Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.

Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah’s grandmother earlier that day.

“C’mon…..I’ll take you there.” Rick said softly. Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa.

They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said, he would wait out in the hall.

Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah in the bed.

The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl’s brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah’s mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah’s thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah’s aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with a weary sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.

Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, “Ho, Ho, Ho!”

“Santa!” shrieked little Sarah, weakly as she tried to escape her bed to run to him IV tubes intact.

Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug.

A child the tender age of his own son — 9 years old — gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But, all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of, huge blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah’s face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room.

As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa’s shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering “Thank you” as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes. Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she’d been a very good girl that year.

As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl’s mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah’s bed, holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.

“Oh, yes, Santa… I do!” she exclaimed.

“Well, I’m going to ask angels watch over you.” he said.  Laying one hand on the child’s head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that, God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease. He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing, softly, “Silent Night, Holy Night….all is calm, all is bright.”  The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.

When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah’s frail, small hands in his own.  “Now, Sarah,” he said authoritatively, “you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at McAllister Mall this time next year!”

He knew it was risky proclaiming that to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he “had” to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could — not dolls or games or toys — but the gift of HOPE.

“Yes, Santa!” Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.

Out in the hall, the minute Santa’s eyes met Rick’s, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed.

Sarah’s mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa’s side to thank him. “My only child is the same age as Sarah,” he explained quietly. “This is the least I could do.” They nodded with understanding and hugged him.

One year later, Santa was again back on the set in Saint John for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.

“Hi, Santa! Remember me?!”

“Of course, I do,” Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her. After all, the secret to being a “good” Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the “only” child in the world at that moment.

“You came to see me in the hospital last year!”

Santa’s jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest.  “Sarah!” he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy — much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over and saw Sarah’s mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.

That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.

He had witnessed –and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about — this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed, Cancer-free, Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, “Thank you, Father. ‘Tis a very, Merry Christmas!

If you believe in miracles you will pass this on…I did!

MERRY CHRISTMAS  C Brewer 1-24-2013

EXPLANATION OF GOD!

I received this from my friend Bob K and it deserved to be shared with as many people as possible. Even a non-believer can recognize talent from a child. It was written by an 8-year-old named Danny Dutton, who lives in Chula Vista, CA. He wrote it for his third grade homework assignment, to ‘explain God.’ I doubt many adults could have done as well?

The amazing things were, the assignment was in a California school and someone in California published it.

Miracles do happen!     C Brewer

EXPLANATION OF GOD

‘One of God’s main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn’t make grownups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way he doesn’t have to take up his valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.’

‘God’s second most important job is listening to prayers An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime. God doesn’t have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because he hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in his ears, unless he has thought of a way to turn it off.’

‘God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn’t go wasting his time by going over your mom and dad’s head asking for something they said you couldn’t have.’

‘Atheists are people who don’t believe in God. I don’t think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren’t any who come to our church.’

‘Jesus is God’s Son. He used to do all the hard work, like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn’t want to learn about God. They finally got tired of him preaching to them and they crucified him. But he was good and kind, like his father, and he told his father that they didn’t know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said O.K.’ And God did not let Jesus stay in the grave, but raised him from the dead

‘His dad (God) appreciated everything that he had done and all his hard work on earth so he told him he didn’t have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So he did. And now he helps his dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones he can take care of himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important.’

‘You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time.’

‘You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there’s anybody you want to make happy, it’s God!

Don’t skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the sun doesn’t come out at the beach until noon anyway.’

‘If you don’t believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can’t go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He’s around you when you’re scared, in the dark or when you can’t swim and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids.’

‘But…you shouldn’t just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and he can take me back anytime he pleases.

And that’s why I believe in God.’

Thanks Bob, this made my day.

THE SNEEZE!

THE SNEEZE!

They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-two students filing into the already crowded auditorium. With their rich maroon gowns flowing and the traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they felt. Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and Moms freely brushed away tears.

This class would NOT pray during the commencements, not by choice, but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it.

The principal and several students were careful to stay within the guidelines allowed by the ruling. They gave inspirational and challenging speeches, but no one mentioned divine guidance and no one asked for blessings on the graduates or their families.

The speeches were nice, but they were routine until the final speech received a standing ovation.

A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still and silent for just a moment, and then, it happened.

All 92 students, every single one of them, suddenly SNEEZED!!!!

The student on stage simply looked at the audience and said, ‘GOD BLESS YOU’ And he walked off the stage…

The audience exploded into applause. This graduating class had found a unique way to invoke God’s blessing on their future with or without the court’s approval.

This is a true story; it happened at Eastern Shore District High School in Musquodoboit Harbour, Nova Scotia.

Thanks Jay for sharing this great story.

GUN CONTROL or POLITICAL DONATIONS?

It amazes me how the President, Congress and the Washington D.C. valley of Consultants and Hacks believe that all American voters are stupid. Watching the Progressives with money and the Hollywood leaches manipulate Obama and the Senate is like watching Howdy Dowdy Time.

Our Royal President Stages Hollywood type events using children as dupes to further divide our people. He knows that his Gun Control proposals will never be approved by his own Progressives in the Senate. If they awarded an Oscar for the “Best Liar in a Political Address”, Obama would make Clinton look like a Hillbilly from Arkansas.

I realize that my window of opportunity to watch politics is somewhat broader than most. I started to school in 1936 when things were really bad in America. We could pray and we were proud to recite the Pledge of Allegiance in school. We never had police or guards in the schools. We did not have or need the ACLU to create chaos at the schools. We did not have television to provide programs that had to be rated for viewing. We had radio and the library to assist the teachers in educating us with decent language. We had commentators which actually presented “ALL” of the news “Fair and Balanced”.

We had guns long before we had “R” Rated movies, age limit ratings and sexually explicit commercials on television. I raised my family before the violent Video games arrived. The violence I remember from my childhood was watching Buster Crabbe and Tom Mix eliminate the bad guys in the movies. My first memory of R rated movies was in my thirties.

I never heard of a school shooting until the event in Colorado shocked the nation just a few years ago. We have had guns long before our forefathers approved the Second Amendment to our Constitution. We had decent language on the radio, TV and the movies for most of the time this country has existed and we still have the same rights of free speech that appeared in the 1700’s.

We used to have a Congress that functioned and protected states and people’s rights. Now their only job is passing out freebies to get re-elected. In 1942 all Americans rallied together with the phrase, “Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition”. Today all we hear from all politicians is, “Forget the Lord and Pass out more Pork”.

What we have created to make this a better place to live is organizations like the ACLU, ACORN and a Supreme Court that can’t agree on what the same words in our Constitution and Bill of Rights mean. If it is politically incorrect it must be bad. Politics and Money run the world, to hell with the Constitution scream the activists. Even our President says it is outdated.

Now the prime objective of the President and the Senate is “Gun Control” and “Immigration Issues”. After spending four years stuffing Obamacare down our throats they continue to ignore the real problems in America. They now intend to make legal gun ownership illegal. At the same time they intend to make illegal immigrations legal. I really wonder if anyone in Washington will ever face the fact that no “JOBS” was the problem when Obama was elected and it appears now that nothing is planned to address this until 2016.

Just think of the progress we have made in my lifetime. Kids can’t pray in school anymore. You are weird if you are patriotic. You are a threat if you own a gun. We have full police departments in our schools. Talk of arming teachers is being conducted. Politicians will not send their kids to public schools. Your doctor will soon be required to ask you if you own a gun when you get your annual finger wave. WOW we really have progressed haven’t we?

Our President has asked us to be civil, yet he has increased gun ownership during his first four years to over double the number of guns possessed before he was elected to save us from George Bush.

By the way, he has not asked the entertainment industry to stop making violent movies and TV programs that actually teach children how to use guns to actually kill people. It’s funny, I have never seen a commercial or program from the National Rifle Association that shows kids how to kill people but they are being made the enemy, why?

For real gun violence watch your kid’s video games that really show them how to kill with guns, knives, cars and even baseball bats. They rate their performance and encourage them to improve their kill rate scores.

Why were these industries ignored if we really desire to stop violence, “POLITICAL DONATIONS”? Progressives do not get money from the NRA, so trash guns and ignore violence training.

That’s the Obama/Biden/Reed and Polosi way.   

I would be remiss if I did not re-state a previous comment about gun control. To the NRA and the Congressional republicans, “Weapons of war are not required to hunt or protect your family.”  After analyzing Obama’s speech that caused another panic to buy guns and ammunition, I need to add another word to my quote above. Remove the period and add “, yet”.  behind the word family above.

C Brewer

PROGRESS OR REGRESS?

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE 1930’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s!!

First, we survived being born to mothers who may have smoked and/or drank while they were Pregnant. Mothers took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, Tuna from a can and didn’t get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads.

As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes. Riding in the back of a pick-up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this. We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And, we weren’t overweight. WHY?

Because we were always outside playing…that’s why! We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And, we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride them down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

No one was able to reach us all day. And, we were O.K. no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or CD’s, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms.

“WE HAD FRIENDS” and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that today!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever.

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

I am one of these lucky Americans from the 1930s and wanted to share these events with others. I had the luck to grow up as a kid before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good.

If you were lucky enough to live a life of real freedom forward it to your kids so they will know how brave and lucky their parents were.

The quote of the year is by Jay Leno:

“With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of swine flu and terrorist attacks. Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?

For those that prefer to think that God is not watching over us. ..Go ahead and delete this.

 For the rest of us…share this.

A Small Prayer!

God determines who walks into your life….it’s up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go.

When there is nothing left but God is when you find out that God is all you need. Take 60 seconds and give this a shot! All you do is simply say the following small prayer for the person who sent you this.

Father, God bless my friend in whatever it is that you know they may need this day! And may their life be full of your peace, prosperity, and power as he/she seeks to have a closer relationship with you.

Amen.

My special thanks to Sarah Neal for sending me the material to put this together and share some of the wonderful memories of happiness I enjoyed in my life.           

C Brewer

A LITTLE HUMOR

The Pilot and the Priest

A priest dies and is waiting in line at the Pearly Gates. Ahead of him
is a guy who’s dressed in sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and
jeans.

Saint Peter addresses this cool guy, ‘Who are you, so that I may know
whether or not to admit you to the Kingdom of Heaven ? ‘

The guy replies, ‘I’m Jack, retired airline pilot from Houston.’

Saint Peter consults his list. He smiles and says to the pilot, ‘Take
this silken robe and golden staff and enter the Kingdom.’ The pilot goes
into Heaven with his robe and staff.

Next, it’s the priest’s turn. He stands erect and booms out, ‘I am
Father Bob, pastor of Saint Mary’s for the last 43 years.’

Saint Peter consults his list. He says to the priest, ‘Take this cotton
robe and wooden staff and enter the Kingdom.

‘Just a minute,’ says the good father. ‘That man was a pilot and he gets
a silken robe and golden staff and I get only cotton and wood. How can
this be?

‘Up here – we go by results,’ says Saint Peter. ‘When you preached –
people slept.   When he flew, people prayed.’ 


MEMORIAL DAY

“GOD SAVE AMERICA”
 
 
“Please join me in remembering those who gave their life to keep America free every day. Please thank every surviving veteran and those in the military for their service. Please help the wounded adjust their lives so they and their families will have peace and prosperity.”
 
C Brewer  

GOD SAVE AMERICA

 

Hello God, it’s me.

We are getting older and things are getting bad here.

Gas prices are too high, no jobs; food and heating costs too high.

I know some have taken you out of our schools, government and even Christmas, but God I’m asking you to come back and save America. We really need you! There are more of us who want you than those who don’t!

Thank You God, I Love you.

“Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil – it has no point.”

Thanks Doc F

TWAS THE MONTH BEFORE CHRISTMAS

 

 *When all through our land,*

 *Not a Christian was praying*

*Nor taking a stand.*
 
*See the PC Police had taken away,*
 
*The reason for Christmas – no one could say.*
 
*The children were told by schools not to sing,*
 
*About Shepherds, Wise Men, Angels and things.*
 
*It might hurt people’s feelings, the teachers would say*
 
* December 25th is just a ‘ Holiday ‘.*
 
*Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit*
 
*Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!*
 
*CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod*
 
*Something was changing, something quite odd! *
 
*Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa*
 
*In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.*
 
*As Targets were hanging their trees upside down*
 
* At Lowe’s the word Christmas – was no where to be found.*
 
*At K-Mart and Staples and Penny’s and Sears*
 
*You won’t hear the word Christmas; it won’t touch your ears.*
 
*Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty*
 
*Are words that were used to intimidate me.*
 
*Now Daschle, ACLU, Sharpton & Wolf Blitzen*
 
*On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !*
 
*In the Senate, there arose such a clatter*
 
*To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.*
 
*And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith*
 
* Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace*
 
*The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded*
 
*The reason for the season, stopped before it started.*
 
*So celebrate ‘Winter Break’ under your ‘Dream Tree’*
 
*Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.*
 
*Choose words carefully, choose what you say*
 
*Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS, not Happy Holiday*  
 
Please, all Christians join together and wish everyone you meet during the holidays a MERRY CHRISTMAS
 
Christ is The Reason for the Christ-mas Season!
 
If you agree please forward, if not, simply delete.
ANON

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