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One experience I love each Christmas Eve day is to be alone in the house while Clyde is running errands or doing an airport run. I listen to the Tabernacle choir, busy with my meal or cookie prep. Every song reaches into my heart and pulls me into a holy place, a sweet feeling. I am taken back to the stable, that night, that family just begun. I feel the greatness of His gift, for me. I think of my own family, and the traditions we love to share. At this time even rolling a cookie is a holy experience. Love. Tears. Tenderness all my own. Thank you.