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Dec 2015
As is my usual practice prior to the beginning of the holidays season from about Thanksgiving and up through Christmas and all other holiday's of everyone's politically correct choice. Now I am not singling out, just the fact, that I respect them all and to old to know all there names.

So to get to the point of my banter. I watch a selection of holiday movies over a number of weeks. The time came round where the selection of the day, was the original, β€œMiracle On 34th Street”, with little Natalie Wood.

I tipped back my chair as the show started to play. As the credits rolled I was like thinking, I love this movie. But after a bit my mind kicked in and the softness began to firm. The thought that came to the front of my thoughts, I actually slept through the show and entire plot.

My thoughts were filled with beautiful Christmas thoughts of bells ringing and an angel gets it's wings. I heard the show as it played away in my sleep and my mind recalled all the previous views of the show over the years. I considered watching it again, but surprisingly I feel quite content.
Willard Wells
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Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
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