How We Kept Santa in Christmas

Traveling home from the Christmas Eve service, I sat in the back of the car looking up at the sky. I was looking for Santa and his reindeer. I was probably around eight years old. I stared intently at the shimmering lights. Star after star glimmered in my sight, and then suddenly, I captured the most hopeful scene. A running stream of lights dancing across the heavens; I just knew, at that moment, I saw

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