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December 25, 2002
This year, for once, Christmas was what it should be. Everyone around me, happy and healthy, like the black cloud over our family on December 25 was lifted.

It was a white Christmas.

I was leaving my brothers tonight and it was beautiful out. Not too cold, calm, snowflakes falling gracefully from the sky. And an eerie glow that only exists on a night like tonight. Its not light out not dark out. The whole neighborhood was quiet and peaceful and beautiful.

Very Norman Rockwell. Very Americana. In other words, not me, but today, tonight, it was perfect.

Merry Christmas