Twenty Christmas Eves ago, he’d left letters for Santa in his stocking, wishes wrapped in red ribbons, the hopeful words of an impressionable boy. Twenty Christmas Eves later, the letters were written on his heart for someone else, prayers wrapped in sweet sorrows, the hopeful words of an impressionable man.
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