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The Christmas season is coming. There is no escaping it – not that we would ever wish to. But before we start the mad rush to tie illuminated reindeers to our roofs and find new and ingenious ways to craft with pinecones – there is the little matter of Thanksgiving on the calendar. [...]
One night, not too long ago, my children and I settled down for a little Beatrix Potter before bedtime. As we read about the scamperings of naughty rabbits and rooted for Benjamin Bunny and little Peter to escape Mr. McGregor’s garden, cabbages clutched in their furry little paws, I suddenly had a horrible moment of [...]
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"SO all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow!"
-John Greenleaf Whittier from "Snow-Bound" 1807-1892
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