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		By: Patricia white		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[I smiled as I read this. I smiled as my memories of Christmas in St.  John’s came back. The boxes of ornaments and lights that came down from the attic on Christmas Eve heralding cozy days ahead. The first box of Pot O Gold chocolates making its appearance on the coffee table, munching through another viewing of a well loved Shirley Temple movie as the aroma of turkey drifted all around the house.  Relatives stopping in, Midnight mass at the Basilica, a late supper of roasted partridge after mass with laughter around the table fuelled  by an  energetic walk home in the cold midnight air. The tree with its string of bubble lights miraculously still bubbling away. Cardboard Santa propped up behind my father’s lazy boy ; my mom deaf to complaints of tackiness. It was all so predictable, so comfortable.. so homey. How I miss everything!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I smiled as I read this. I smiled as my memories of Christmas in St.  John’s came back. The boxes of ornaments and lights that came down from the attic on Christmas Eve heralding cozy days ahead. The first box of Pot O Gold chocolates making its appearance on the coffee table, munching through another viewing of a well loved Shirley Temple movie as the aroma of turkey drifted all around the house.  Relatives stopping in, Midnight mass at the Basilica, a late supper of roasted partridge after mass with laughter around the table fuelled  by an  energetic walk home in the cold midnight air. The tree with its string of bubble lights miraculously still bubbling away. Cardboard Santa propped up behind my father’s lazy boy ; my mom deaf to complaints of tackiness. It was all so predictable, so comfortable.. so homey. How I miss everything!</p>
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