Do you have a spiritual memory from a Christmas you would like to share? 
It’s my favorite time of year. Coming from Canada, but living in Southern California, the snow and big trees are like a magnet for me at Christmas. We are blessed to have a cabin in the mountains at an elevation where we do get snowfall and the pines tower. It’s only two hours door-to-door from house to cabin, and for the past decade or so, it’s been our Christmas place.
Is that spiritual?
It connects me. A year or two ago, we arrived at the cabin the day before Christmas Eve and there was no snow. It’s just not quite the same without it, but a crackling fire and some Christmas music still makes the mood. As I sat in the window seat, this song came on and I heard it for the first time just as the first flakes started drifting down. It was beautiful beyond.
The gentle snow turned into a raging blizzard overnight and by the next morning we had almost two feet. But it started like this…
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