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Well here it is just the week before Christmas, and as usual I have the approximate spirit of a Grinch. It was close call this year, though; I've been force-fed Christmas carols and Christmas goodies at the LDS Church Office Building (where I now work) for the entire month. Today I narrowly missed being given the standard Church employee Christmas gift - this year, a beautiful leatherbound edition of The Writings of Brigham Young - and felt disappointed for a moment. Where is all this leading me?
Actually, I have come to enjoy Christmas immensely since moving to Utah and becoming friends with my two nephews. Last night, Philip told me he deserves *lots* of presents this year. I'm not so sure, but it doesn't really matter - the "deserving" part, I mean. He'll get his presents, and I'll have more fun with the kids than exchanging presents with their parents and the rest of the family.
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