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Christmas Questions Rainbow lights radiate. Colors bend, diffused by evening fog. Pristine wrapping paper torn to trash in the rush to discover the secret of the box. Piney scent of a tree, once living, killed to decorate our homes fleetingly. Joy dampened, lost to age. Frail Santa fantasies dissolve. Childhood happiness ends with knowledge. Santa dies. Jesus lives. From the child's view, to write to Santa or pray to God -- does religion or myth reign? Are the two the same? Did Jesus ever bring you a Barbie or a bike?
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