Tonight randy and I opened Christmas presents- he got me a few things but my fav was a beautiful card he picked out and a poem he wrote inside. It was one of the best gifts I had ever been given. And it makes me realize how material things do not matter even though they r fun. But eventually the gifts get boring, break down or go out of date. But the written word, the beauty of a card will never phase out. And it's one of those things that I will find, read years later and it will bring tears to my eyes. That is what Jesus meant for us when we exchange gifts for Christmas. That sums it all up.
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