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Reason for Return

by Rita Ciresi

After Christmas, I unwrapped his presents.  The paper pictured a child in the manger, angels blowing trumpets, and a cornucopia that spilled out in cursive script Blessings Blessings Blessings.

I’m known in our house as the thrifty one.  I reuse giftwrap from year to year.  Collect soap slivers. Turn lotion and shampoo bottles upside down to coax out the last drop. But that day I ripped the angels off each box. Crumpled the Blessings.  Left the child in the manger in shreds.   Continue reading

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