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	<title>Comments on: Best gift for the holidays: Family history</title>
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		<title>By: Cheryl Hassan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cheryl Hassan</dc:creator>
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		<description>Awesome Christmas with my husband, of 35 years and our adult sons, ages 27 and 21, last year.  We flew to Chicago, a place none of us knew. We wanted to explore together and be away from all distractions of our busy lives.  My husband and I made a Christmad tree of newspapers on a small table in our hotel room and placed gifts around the base of the table. I also wrote a letter to each of them about how they were a gift to me in my life.  We invited our sons to join us from their adjoining room in the morning.
Gifts were given, letters read. Silence for some time.  They cried. I wept thinking I had somehow made the occasion too intense.  They took turns hugging me.  No words.  Not our typical jocular festivities.  There was more quiet when we walked around the city, visited historic places.  On this special holiday we all learned about embracing the silence and receiving the love of one another as the greatest gift of all.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Awesome Christmas with my husband, of 35 years and our adult sons, ages 27 and 21, last year.  We flew to Chicago, a place none of us knew. We wanted to explore together and be away from all distractions of our busy lives.  My husband and I made a Christmad tree of newspapers on a small table in our hotel room and placed gifts around the base of the table. I also wrote a letter to each of them about how they were a gift to me in my life.  We invited our sons to join us from their adjoining room in the morning.<br />
Gifts were given, letters read. Silence for some time.  They cried. I wept thinking I had somehow made the occasion too intense.  They took turns hugging me.  No words.  Not our typical jocular festivities.  There was more quiet when we walked around the city, visited historic places.  On this special holiday we all learned about embracing the silence and receiving the love of one another as the greatest gift of all.</p>
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