When I was young, Christmas was a time of wishing and hoping that Santa would bring things on my Christmas list. Growing older, my wishes changed and I came to see that hope itself was different and profoundly more important than wishes.
Centering Thought: Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all. – Emily Dickenson
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Celebrant: Janet Stevens
Music: Barbara Stebbins-Boaz, Marcia Christenson, Jon Chinburg