“…for unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given…”

Vivienne dug out the baby towels: pink, yellow, white. And for 2 days now, she has been carefully wearing her veil, as she thinks and grows into Christmas…

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Meanwhile, precious Lia runs around the house with a passionate plastic Mary in one hand and an ever-listening Joseph in the other. Mary cries – in as high of a pitch as possible – “Oh, Josie! Oh, Josie!” as she processes the significance of the angel’s news…