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	<title>Comments on: Toward the Winter Solstice &#8211; Timothy Steele</title>
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		<title>By: Stewart</title>
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		<description>I found this month&#039;s poem appropriate as we are just starting with the Christmas decorations at the Todd household, and the Winter Solstice is just around the corner on Saturday, December 22. I particularly like how this poem illuminates our most commercial of holidays with &quot;UPS Vans&quot; wandering around like &quot;magi&quot; with their gifts and juxtaposes them against the &quot;Muslims, Christians, Buddhists, Jews, and Sikhs&quot; who each, in their own way, celebrate this time of year to mitigate the &quot;dwindling warmth and compass of the days.&quot; The thought that in the cosmos there was and remains something larger than us all constantly being born serves as ample tonic to make me pause and remember that universal feeling of togetherness that will forever be my favorite thing about this time of the year.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I found this month&#8217;s poem appropriate as we are just starting with the Christmas decorations at the Todd household, and the Winter Solstice is just around the corner on Saturday, December 22. I particularly like how this poem illuminates our most commercial of holidays with &#8220;UPS Vans&#8221; wandering around like &#8220;magi&#8221; with their gifts and juxtaposes them against the &#8220;Muslims, Christians, Buddhists, Jews, and Sikhs&#8221; who each, in their own way, celebrate this time of year to mitigate the &#8220;dwindling warmth and compass of the days.&#8221; The thought that in the cosmos there was and remains something larger than us all constantly being born serves as ample tonic to make me pause and remember that universal feeling of togetherness that will forever be my favorite thing about this time of the year.</p>
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