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</font><p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">There is a lot in this story that tickles my curiosity. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></u></b></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">There are hints of Christmas magic sprinkled throughout.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></font></font></span></u></b></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">Certainly of syncronicity. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></u></b></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">Maybe these two people did not meet merely by chance. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></u></b></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">Maybe the 3 people were a little more than people. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></u></b></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">You have captured the spirit of christmas.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></u></b></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
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</font><p align="center" class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in; text-align: center;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><b><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">The Christmas Poet:</span></b><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p></o:p></span></font></font></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p align="center" class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in; text-align: center;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><b><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"> </span></b><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p></o:p></span></font></font></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p align="center" class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in; text-align: center;"><font face="Times New Roman"><b><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3">A Wreatha Natale <st1:place w:st="on">Holiday</st1:place></font><font size="3">
Story, #2</font></span></b><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p></o:p></span></font></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p align="center" class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p align="center" class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">by Alice Jane-Marie Massa<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p align="center" class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3">Spanning
ten city blocks and maintaining its status as the third largest rail terminal
in the <st1:country-region w:st="on">United States</st1:country-region></font><font size="3">, </font><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><font size="3">Chicago</font></st1:place></st1:city><font size="3">'s Union Station
was a whirlwind of noise and activity on December 17. Sitting quietly in
the midst of the hubbub were retired teacher Wreatha Natale and her guide dog
Wiggles. Douglas Fir--the man, not the tree--was kind to have taken the
time to accompany her to this waiting area. "One half hour, and we
will be back on the train," she whispered to her Black Lab/Golden
Retriever. Wiggles seemed eager for the short train ride home to </font><st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><font size="3">Milwaukee</font></st1:place></st1:city><font size="3">. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
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As Wreatha took out a braille volume from her backpack, she realized that the
man sitting next to her arose and walked away. Within a few seconds,
someone else--much smaller--quickly occupied the empty spot. The sweet
and gentle voice promptly began: "I hope you don't mind my joining
you and your guide dog. I have been watching the two of you, and I want
to give you something." When the rapid delivery of words stopped,
Wreatha felt something atop her hands: a piece of paper had been rolled
up and tied with a thin satin ribbon. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
"Since you recognized my guide dog, you must understand that I do not read
print: I read braille," Ms. Natale explained.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
"Oh, yes, but do you have a computer that converts print into speech or
braille?"<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
"As a matter of fact, I do."<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
"Good. Then, you can read my gift to you--a Christmas poem--when you
arrive home. Each holiday season, I write Christmas poems and give them
as gifts here at Union Station and other places. I want you to have this
one. You will read it when you arrive home, won't you?"<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font face="Times New Roman"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><font size="3"> </font></span><font size="3">"Yes, dear, I promise I will read your
poem. Thank you so much. I love poetry.Are you a student?"<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
"No, my voice sounds a bit younger than I am. I am twenty. May
I help you to your train when it arrives?"<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
"Do you work at Union Station?" Of course, the young woman's
answer was negative: <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">Why do you say, ‘of course?’<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></u></b></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"> </font></o:p></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">she
just wanted to help Ms. Natale and her Leader Dog. Conversing with
someone would pass the time more quickly for both individuals, but Wreatha
determined that her new friend was not awaiting a train or any person.
The young lady was merely at Union Station to give her poems to reluctant
recipients, most of whom were not as fond of poetry as was her current
recipient. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
Since the young woman could not be urged to read aloud the poem to Wreatha
Natale, due to the inappropriate atmosphere: reading the poem in a house
with a Christmas tree was mandatory. Waiting to read the verses would,
indeed, heighten the anticipation and wonder--Christmas wonder.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
As the minutes of conversations lengthened, Ms. Natale did introduce
herself and Wiggles; however, the young poet was respectful and knew not to
disturb a guide dog in harness. Then, the poet shared that she had known
a fellow high school student who was blind. Eventually, she revealed that
she had been in a foster home until she turned eighteen.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
"I appreciated my foster parents; they were well-meaning people, but I
never grew to love them. I had contentment, safety, lodging, but not a
home. For a long while, I knew I would leave when I turned eighteen; and
I knew that they would not dissuade me. They did not even try. For
two years, I have been trying to move on, make something of my life."<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
Finally, Wreatha had to ask the young girl her name. Her meager response
was: "I am The Christmas Poet." Despite a little prodding
for a more conventional name--at least a first name--none was mentioned.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3">
"I have no idea who my parents are, what color they were. I do not
know if they </font><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><font size="3">By this I surmise that
the poet<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></font><font size="3">had a complexion that did not
clearly identify her race. </font></u></b><font size="3">were together when I was born, nor if they
liked <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">poetry.
I know nothing about them. I do not know who gave me my earlier name, so
now I just go by the moniker 'The Christmas Poet' no matter what the season of
the year is because I keep Christmas in my heart all through the year.
Christmas is such a family time, warm and loving time: I try to hold onto
it all through the twelve months of the year. I believe that through
Christmas, I will find my way in life."<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">I wonder if the Christmas Poet is
homeless.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></u></b></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3">
Ms. Natale prided herself in being able to detect people her were not
genuine: this young woman exuded only a delicate, fragile honesty.
What would <st1:place w:st="on">Douglas</st1:place></font><font size="3"> think of this young
poet? <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
Checking her raised-dot watch, Ms. Natale said: "My train should be
here any minute. I will return here for an appointment with Mr. Fir on
December 23. I should arrive at 10:25 that morning. Can you meet me
here? I would like for you to come with me to meet my ... friend, Mr.
Fir. We are going to lunch--my favorite, high tea. I want you to
join us. Will you?"<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3">So we have a Douglas Firr,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></font><font size="3">and a poet who acts a little bit like one of
Dicken’s Chrismas Spirits. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></u></b></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
For a long minute, The Christmas Poet said nothing. At last, she
smiled: "I will be here at ten o'clock on December 23: I like
to be early."<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3">That’s 2 days early for Christmas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></font><font size="3">Only one day early for Christmas Eve.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></u></b></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
Ms. Natale reached for her backpack and put the braille volume inside; then,
she pulled out a copy of her print manuscript. Handing the red folder to
The Christmas Poet, Ms. Natale told her new friend: "Here is my
little gift for you. Please read it before you meet me on the 23rd."<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3">That’s a lot of trust to be given to a
person she just met.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></font><font size="3">A hope she had a
copy of her</font><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><font size="3"> </font></span><font size="3">manuscript.<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></u></b></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">
The Christmas Poet was already silently reading the title page, but had to
repeat the words aloud: "The Christmas Poet: A wreath of
Holiday Verses, by Wreatha Natale."<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font face="Times New Roman"><font size="3">Graat, great ending. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></font><font size="3">This piece would be a great way to introduce a
book of the same name. <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></u></b></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">number
of words: 962<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">November
12, 2019, Tuesday<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> <o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"> Looking
forward to our gathering on the 21st!<o:p></o:p></font></font></span></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
</font><p class="yiv6653859115msonormal" style="margin: 1em 0in;"><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman"><st1:city w:st="on"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">Alice</span></st1:city><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"> and <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Willow</st1:place></st1:city><o:p></o:p></span></font></font></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">
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