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W. Maguire copyright@2018


In Bethlehem.... Pennsylvania... a woman crept up to a Nativity scene in the middle of the night and approached the statue of the baby Jesus. 

Then she stole it.

And a nervous young man, who spent his entire savings on a ring fell to his knees in Times Sq., about to ask a girl to end his loneliness. The ring slipped from his hands, rolled away and disappeared down a subway grate.

At the same time a little girl in Mexico attached a letter to Santa to a balloon. The only way she could think of sending her silent prayer to the North Pole.

The ring was recovered. She said yes. 
And so the young man was saved from his loneliness. 

The balloon never made it to the North Pole. But it was found by a widowed rancher in Arizona. He saw the letter and decided to answer that little girl's prayer.

Jesus and the woman that needed saving so badly that she tried to steal it, are still missing. 

Both will be recovered though. 

Everything eventually turns....up. 

So heres to the hopeful people on their knees in Times Sq, to letters on balloons, to the mutts and orphans and outcasts, and to the word scribblers and the sound diggers...the story chasers and the song whisperers.

And especially this...to anyone outside Bethlehem, trying steal love. 

Honey you've got a dyslexic heart. Got it backwards. Try it the other way.

Merry Christmas all

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