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"But, Mommy, the baby Jesus will be cold out here," Corey said. He raised his eyebrows, the way he did when he was intent on being heard. He was 5 and, in his short life, wonder was still an everyday occurrence. We were putting a Christmas creche under the blue pine in our front yard. The spot was perfect because the branches started fairly high on the tree's trunk and curved protectively around Mary, Joseph, some sheep, the Magi, and the Christ child.
"Honey, the tree will keep him warm," I said.See the full content of this document
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Baby, It's Cold Out There
"He's naked and everybody else has clothes on."
It was unusually cold and gray that morning in Santa Fe, and because it was Saturday, Corey had chosen all his own clothes. He wore a red ski jumper, a multicolored Peruvian knit cap, thick gray mittens, and some rain boots he had found in his father's closet. The boots went up to his crotch. Two years had passed since his dad, who was in the reserves...See the full content of this document
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